Larva...
Chapter 2: Concerning the Mission
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's Notes: I hope this chapter is long enough. ^_^; Please let me know what you think about the fic so far. Suggestions are more than welcome~!
...
It had been but three weeks since he had returned from the raids in China, and Larva was already sitting down with his adopted father, Pazusu, to plan the next move.
"Father, as the King of Shinma, you are the most powerful being in Europe. Why then, must you set out to conquer Asia? Is it not enough that this country is ours? You have the human population here pining for mercy at your very presence! I do not see why you want to expand so much further. Such ideals as 'World domination' are a fool's fancy!"
Pazusu stepped forward and slapped his son with a scowl.
"Impudent boy! You think you know more about politics and war than I? I took you in as a child, I reared you as my own ...why, if I hadn't recognized you as shinma and bought you from that slave trader, you would be nothing! Nothing! And yet, you have the audacity to talk back to me? I alone know what is best this country! For the Western Shinma!"
Larva did not lower his chin, but stood fixed in place, averting his eyes from King Pasuzu .. not in respect, but in pure burning resentment. His pride had been wounded. Ever since he had been a boy of 4, Pasuzu had treated him as if he were his son by blood. He was treated with the same respect as his younger adopted brother, Spartoi. He had always been a favorite around the palace, especially with women. He was abnormally handsome; and he couldn't help but wonder whether that was a blessing or a curse. The point in all of this was, however, that Pasuzu rarely spoke of Larva's adoption. It surprised him that his King would have such an outburst. It hurt him, and the fact that anyone would stir him emotionally outraged him.
"Yes, your Majesty." He nodded stiffly in respect, and walked out of the room. He hated that room, covered with maps, and implements of war. Though all he had known throughout his life was indeed war and battle tactics, something inside of him wanted to escape from all of this. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but he knew that it wasn't to conquer. He did enjoy the killing, though. The sight of spilled blood excited him. The smell of that copper liquid gave him a rush of power.
"Larva, my son." Pasuzu's voice caught him dead in his steps as Larva had come to the doorway. "Forgive me for my outburst. My temper is weak, these days. The stress of conquering is wearing on my nerves. I will not lash out again." He cleared his throat, and turned to the taller young man. Larva refused to face him, not responding in any way.
"I want you to set out for this island in one week." Pasuzu walked over to Larva, and shoved a map of ancient Japan into his grasp. "The journey should take less than a day in my ship, but if you intend to be bull-headed about it and take a human ship, it will take weeks." He paused, sighed, and rested his hand on Larva's frigid shoulder. "You may take First Commander Lemuresu with you. I know that he is your friend."
Larva licked his lips, and finally eyed his King.
"What does this mission involve?"
"You'll find out tomorrow. I shall outline the plans, and send them to you at sunrise."
Larva nodded once again, and politely took his leave.
...
As he sat in his favorite crimson velvet cushioned chair in front of the raging fireplace in his room, Larva gazed out of the window and at the stars above. He was discontented, and soon he would be leaving the only sanctitude he knew... his home. Again. In the past year he had not been home but for perhaps two months in all. Catering to his father's agenda was tiresome, to say the least. If he asked for any sort of vacation, though, he wouldn't hear the end of it from his brother and the others. Hell, when his brother found out that he had refused the Lady Carlua's advances, the whole palace found out before that day had ended. Larva was not usually the one to be humiliated, but even shinma males 5 years younger than him had mates. It seemed everything he did was fruitless, everything he found pleasure in deemed unnecessary by his peers. So it was off to war again, was it? To conquer new lands for the Western shinma? He leaned back, teeth clenched, his light, smooth aqua
hair falling back in silken strands on the back of his armchair.
At least he would be escaping this droll place. These simple-minded people.
...
"Your Highness?"
Larva tentatively raised his head from his black silk sheets, and peered into the positively disgusting face of a human house servant.
"Hn.." He grumbled, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Your Highness..a..a...message from your father." The human woman stuttered, and blushed. Larva had a habit of sleeping nude, and in turning himself around to grab the pillow, the lone sheet that was all there was between her beady, peeping eyes and his muscular frame inched it's way down his midriff, and slightly above his hips.
Larva threw the pillow to the side and shot up, snatching the scroll that she was carrying and tossing the thin sheet to the side. He had no reason to be modest.
"Get out." He ordered, and he untied the ribbon holding the scroll taught.
"Y...yes!" The woman's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, as she made a hasty retreat. Larva smirked at the human's reaction. Ego boost first thing in the morning...even if it was from a hideous creature like that...it was not that bad a way to start the day.
...
Larva, My Son and Heir:
In a fortnight you will be expected to take my ship and journey to the Asian Island known as
'Japan'. There, you will be expected to carry out your mission, and use whatever means you wish to
eradicate portions of the human government and bend them to our will. Once you have done this, you shall
proceed to conquer the Japanese shinma, and establish our monarchy within the island. You may do this
using whatever strategy you wish to use. I trust you fully. There is one being blocking our path, however.
The Kanshisha resides in Japan. I trust that from your studies you are aware of whom I speak. You MAIN
MISSION that it is *imperative* that you accomplish while in Japan is to kill the newest Vampire that has
been born to the present Kanshisha before she awakens. You have a full year to do this, before she turns
13. This will be no easy task, so I have given you a suitable amount of time. Once this task has been carried
out, we will have our victory.
- Pasuzu, King of the Western Shinma
...
Larva crumpled up the scroll and threw it to the ground.
"A YEAR? I do not need so much time to kill a CHILD!" He growled, and threw a lamp at the window, ignoring the shattering of the early-morning silence - literally.
That wasn't what bothered him, though, and he knew it. His pride was, once again, wounded. How could his father send him to kill a weak little child!? He was the strongest warrior in Europe! Surely Pasuzu could easily send a lowly Knight to do his dirty work for him. There was nothing honorable about having a child's blood on one's hands. He muttered obscenities under his breath, and threw on his extravagant royal blue satin bathrobe. Perhaps a warm bath would take away his anxiety and fury.
Chapter 2: Concerning the Mission
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's Notes: I hope this chapter is long enough. ^_^; Please let me know what you think about the fic so far. Suggestions are more than welcome~!
...
It had been but three weeks since he had returned from the raids in China, and Larva was already sitting down with his adopted father, Pazusu, to plan the next move.
"Father, as the King of Shinma, you are the most powerful being in Europe. Why then, must you set out to conquer Asia? Is it not enough that this country is ours? You have the human population here pining for mercy at your very presence! I do not see why you want to expand so much further. Such ideals as 'World domination' are a fool's fancy!"
Pazusu stepped forward and slapped his son with a scowl.
"Impudent boy! You think you know more about politics and war than I? I took you in as a child, I reared you as my own ...why, if I hadn't recognized you as shinma and bought you from that slave trader, you would be nothing! Nothing! And yet, you have the audacity to talk back to me? I alone know what is best this country! For the Western Shinma!"
Larva did not lower his chin, but stood fixed in place, averting his eyes from King Pasuzu .. not in respect, but in pure burning resentment. His pride had been wounded. Ever since he had been a boy of 4, Pasuzu had treated him as if he were his son by blood. He was treated with the same respect as his younger adopted brother, Spartoi. He had always been a favorite around the palace, especially with women. He was abnormally handsome; and he couldn't help but wonder whether that was a blessing or a curse. The point in all of this was, however, that Pasuzu rarely spoke of Larva's adoption. It surprised him that his King would have such an outburst. It hurt him, and the fact that anyone would stir him emotionally outraged him.
"Yes, your Majesty." He nodded stiffly in respect, and walked out of the room. He hated that room, covered with maps, and implements of war. Though all he had known throughout his life was indeed war and battle tactics, something inside of him wanted to escape from all of this. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but he knew that it wasn't to conquer. He did enjoy the killing, though. The sight of spilled blood excited him. The smell of that copper liquid gave him a rush of power.
"Larva, my son." Pasuzu's voice caught him dead in his steps as Larva had come to the doorway. "Forgive me for my outburst. My temper is weak, these days. The stress of conquering is wearing on my nerves. I will not lash out again." He cleared his throat, and turned to the taller young man. Larva refused to face him, not responding in any way.
"I want you to set out for this island in one week." Pasuzu walked over to Larva, and shoved a map of ancient Japan into his grasp. "The journey should take less than a day in my ship, but if you intend to be bull-headed about it and take a human ship, it will take weeks." He paused, sighed, and rested his hand on Larva's frigid shoulder. "You may take First Commander Lemuresu with you. I know that he is your friend."
Larva licked his lips, and finally eyed his King.
"What does this mission involve?"
"You'll find out tomorrow. I shall outline the plans, and send them to you at sunrise."
Larva nodded once again, and politely took his leave.
...
As he sat in his favorite crimson velvet cushioned chair in front of the raging fireplace in his room, Larva gazed out of the window and at the stars above. He was discontented, and soon he would be leaving the only sanctitude he knew... his home. Again. In the past year he had not been home but for perhaps two months in all. Catering to his father's agenda was tiresome, to say the least. If he asked for any sort of vacation, though, he wouldn't hear the end of it from his brother and the others. Hell, when his brother found out that he had refused the Lady Carlua's advances, the whole palace found out before that day had ended. Larva was not usually the one to be humiliated, but even shinma males 5 years younger than him had mates. It seemed everything he did was fruitless, everything he found pleasure in deemed unnecessary by his peers. So it was off to war again, was it? To conquer new lands for the Western shinma? He leaned back, teeth clenched, his light, smooth aqua
hair falling back in silken strands on the back of his armchair.
At least he would be escaping this droll place. These simple-minded people.
...
"Your Highness?"
Larva tentatively raised his head from his black silk sheets, and peered into the positively disgusting face of a human house servant.
"Hn.." He grumbled, pulling a pillow over his head.
"Your Highness..a..a...message from your father." The human woman stuttered, and blushed. Larva had a habit of sleeping nude, and in turning himself around to grab the pillow, the lone sheet that was all there was between her beady, peeping eyes and his muscular frame inched it's way down his midriff, and slightly above his hips.
Larva threw the pillow to the side and shot up, snatching the scroll that she was carrying and tossing the thin sheet to the side. He had no reason to be modest.
"Get out." He ordered, and he untied the ribbon holding the scroll taught.
"Y...yes!" The woman's eyes nearly bulged out of her head, as she made a hasty retreat. Larva smirked at the human's reaction. Ego boost first thing in the morning...even if it was from a hideous creature like that...it was not that bad a way to start the day.
...
Larva, My Son and Heir:
In a fortnight you will be expected to take my ship and journey to the Asian Island known as
'Japan'. There, you will be expected to carry out your mission, and use whatever means you wish to
eradicate portions of the human government and bend them to our will. Once you have done this, you shall
proceed to conquer the Japanese shinma, and establish our monarchy within the island. You may do this
using whatever strategy you wish to use. I trust you fully. There is one being blocking our path, however.
The Kanshisha resides in Japan. I trust that from your studies you are aware of whom I speak. You MAIN
MISSION that it is *imperative* that you accomplish while in Japan is to kill the newest Vampire that has
been born to the present Kanshisha before she awakens. You have a full year to do this, before she turns
13. This will be no easy task, so I have given you a suitable amount of time. Once this task has been carried
out, we will have our victory.
- Pasuzu, King of the Western Shinma
...
Larva crumpled up the scroll and threw it to the ground.
"A YEAR? I do not need so much time to kill a CHILD!" He growled, and threw a lamp at the window, ignoring the shattering of the early-morning silence - literally.
That wasn't what bothered him, though, and he knew it. His pride was, once again, wounded. How could his father send him to kill a weak little child!? He was the strongest warrior in Europe! Surely Pasuzu could easily send a lowly Knight to do his dirty work for him. There was nothing honorable about having a child's blood on one's hands. He muttered obscenities under his breath, and threw on his extravagant royal blue satin bathrobe. Perhaps a warm bath would take away his anxiety and fury.