A/N: It's good to know that I'm not being flamed or beaten up by any of Mirka Fortuna's fanclub out there. I'm still so alive!
Wow, it's been a long time since I last updated; I was having exams back then. Sorry for the long wait! I needed some time to make this chapter unbelievable when you read it. Hopefully, you will not be disappointed!
Thank you Kusumita, for writing the story on How to Make a Trinity Blood OC Work, it's really very informative.
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I have a weird hobby of making a copy of any kind of literature works that really struck my fancy and then keep it for my personal reading pleasure.
I re-found this excerpt while tidying up my desk, which I believed it was taken from a literature work, titled Pale Fire (page 94): Life: March 28, 1949, page 126. An advertisement on Hanes Fig Leaf Brief.
It shows a modern Eve worshipfully peeping from behind a potted tree of knowledge at a leering young Adam in rather ordinary but clean underwear, with the front of his advertised brief conspicuously and compactly shaded, and the inscription reads: Nothing beats a fig leaf.
I think there must exist a special subversive group of pseudo-cupids – plump hairless little devils whom Satan commission to make disgusting mischief in sacrosanct places. –Charles Kinbote.
A/N: I really like this; therefore I think it would be fair if I share this with you people! However, please don't blame me if I get the source wrongly. After all, it had been a long time since I last tidy up my desk. Okay, enough crapping and now back to the story.
Updated on: 22nd of April 2007
Insanity - Chapter 7: Brand New Day.
Written by: Guardian 0 Devil
Pairing(s): Never ask me, go figure.
Warning: Back into mind-reading of Cain's point of view. With shameless insertion of me from now on! Insanity is ensured and OOCness is a given. Bwahaha---choke---splutters---clears her throat--- Umm... Let me try this again, Bwahahaha!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Trinity Blood or anything else that is copyrighted, except the plotline and OCs that are of my invention and imagination. Please don't sue me.
(Back to Cain's bedchamber; the next day.)
After last night's fight with Seth, I never felt so… high since the time I drained Lilith's blood. I was experiencing a strange sense of… high feeling and yet at the same time I sensed another unknown presence trying hard to be inconspicuous inside my mind. Kind of like I'm smoking cocaine in large quantity while the law enforcer was standing there observing me and doing absolutely nothing to stop me.
Except that I hate to intake any kind of drugs nowadays. I do not have a happy memory in my childhood when dealing with drugs; I and my siblings were always taking unknown pills or tablets and being subjected to inhumane experiments in the name of Science and Mankind. Those unknown pills, which the scientists given us, always caused us a lot of discomfort and dizziness. Sometimes even excruciating pain that was unnecessary.
Gawd! Now I'm having a headache which was starting to develop like a stab of sharp pain in between my eyes. It's mushrooming into a major one if I continue to ignore it.
(Poor baby, you're just experiencing the inevitable. I can only imagine the sudden crash from the constant sugar rush you been having during the past day.)
What the hell!
(Huh? OH CRAP!!)
Who's that talking in my head?!
(You came along further than I thought…)
I jerked up to sit straight on my bed, but my sight bursts into a thousand little black spots that made me banged my head back against the soft pillow. Owie! I hate those stupid black spots that blossomed into sharp static white pain...
Once I recovered enough of myself, I turned my head slightly and found my beloved sweet brother, Abel, was sleeping like a baby beside me. Ahh... my sweet love was finally now within my grasp. I snuggled up beside him and closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth his body gives me. This has got to be a dream come true... however, something seems to be nagging at the back of my head as I tried to get myself more comfortable.
(Sooo Kawaii!)
Once again that alien Voice that makes itself known inside my head and I am also painfully aware that it was a Female Voice. Maybe I'm really going insane… My headache's now making a settlement in my mind and having plans to stay for an infinite period of time. Perhaps a trip to the IMI (the Institute for the Mentally-Illed) could be arranged one of these days.
(You're already insane to begin with, way, way long before I came along for the bumpy ride...)
Shut your trap! I am not insane! And also I'm not even talking to you at all! I'm only talking to myself and YOU DON'T EXIST IN MY HEAD AT ALL!
(Ouch... You're obviously in denial.)
Perhaps some pain-killers and a glass of water may help me get rid of the said… headache. It's a discomfort I am willingly to partake so as to gain back my precious sanity.
However, I never was a morning person as I grumpily got up from my bed to search for some of the pain-killers. I remembered Isaak had prepared them especially for me and it should be somewhere on my desk. A small glass bottle with white pills in it was found some moments later. Yes! I found them!
The label read: Pain-killers, effective against internal and external pain. Take 1 pill 3 times a day unless otherwise stated by the doctor. Or else results will not be as indicated.
(Are you sure it is wise to take the drugs? It could be detrimental to your health…)
I then proceed to uncap the bottle and swallow all the pills down my throat dry.
(Are you crazy?! Oh wait... yes you already are...)
My actions can be easily explained, for I was having the greatest headache of my lifetime.
After some time, my headache is cleared. A rush of pained relief fills my mind as I went crawling back into my warm bed, cuddling next to my beloved brother. Hopefully, the Voice will be gone now…
(Testing, testing… 1, 2, 3. Hello? Can you still hear me?)
Oh yes, I heard you loud and crystal clear... DAMNIT!! THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN AT ALL!!
(Why thank you if you can kindly take a moment to refrain from screaming like a girl inside your mind here.)
I Do Not Scream Like A Girl. I repeat, I DO NOT. Even if I did scream, I will scream MANLY. Why must you even exist in the first place?
(I'm obviously trying to screw up the normal way of how things work in the story.)
This does not bode well for me, maybe I should arrange for a visit with the psychologist to check on my mentality one of these days. I wondered if I am suffering the schizophrenia or MPD.
(MPD?)
Dissociative identity disorder (DID) was initially named multiple personality disorder (MPD), and, as referenced above, that name remains in the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems.
(Aren't schizophrenia and MPD the same meaning?)
Regardless of whether the disorder is termed DID or MPD, it is in no way related to schizophrenia. Although schizophrenia and DID are commonly linked in the minds of lay people, it is a misconception. "Split personality", which has been a term associated with schizophrenia, is not a professionally accepted term for dissociative identity.
With that said, I might as well get acquainted with the alien Voice soon.
(You're taking this rather well, aren't you?)
It does seem like you will be inside my mind for an unknown period of time. Do you have a name or I could just continue to call you the Voice? Should I even dared name you my guardian angel?
(Mon captain. I would prefer you calling me your Guardian Devil. It's the closest to my name other than G0D.)
Humans get guardian angels to guard their back while I got a guardian devil instead. Furthermore, it even took up residence inside my head. How charming this is.
(Like any angels would be happy to be around you.)
However, before I could make a retort, someone was coughing beside me.
Imagine my utmost surprise when I opened my eyes again to find my dearest Postman, standing patiently in front of me and holding out a stack of letters. I also noticed that his clothes are in disarray but otherwise he does not seem to be having any injuries at all.
What was his real name again? I can't seem to place it…
(Opps. I forgot about the Postman totally…)
And why was his outward appearance looking hazy in my eyes? Did he even have a face at all?
(You don't really need to know about his appearance, right? He's simply just a Postman.)
What kind of leader will I be if I can't even remember any of my follower's profile?! I was also created to be a genius with a great mind and a super-enhanced memory in the very first place.
(Fine, I get your drift. I… I will make up a profile of the Postman on the spot.)
What do you mean by… damnit. Now I'm talking with "myselves"…
Well, the strange haze around the Postman clears off and a short list of the Postman's profile finally materializes inside of my head. It goes something like this:
The Basic Character Template
Sourced from Anime/Manga for: Trinity Blood
Name: Walter Faye
Codename: Postman
Rank: Philosophus (4-7)
Gender: Male
Race: Terran.
Nationality: Albion.
Age: 35
Birth Date: 9th of April
Astrological Sign: Aries
Height: 1.7m
Basic Description: A man of lean and delicate build, allowing him to be quick and agile, an oval faced framed by soft, brown hair and hazel eyes were covered by thin framed glasses. Average looks but has stubborn persistency and extremely incredible stalking skills suitable for his 'job'.
Family background: The only child of the family. By normal standard of the society, he was raised up by a normal family with a normal life. Parents are both still alive and kicking, last checked.
History, background: Was once an aggressive stalker who had 'skirt-chased' Cain Knightlord. Proven on various occasions to be extremely hard to shrug off lightly. He was later recruited personally by Cain Knightlord. Now the acting-head of the 'intelligence' for the Rosen Kruez Orden, Manager of the RKOPO Pte. Ltd..
Personality: Rational and quick in thinking, calm and quiet. His personality was once positively commented by Cain Knightlord as creepy stalker
Like(s): His superior, Cain Knightlord, who always make an effort to look out for his well-being in his line of work. Totally loves his job of delivering 'things' and stalking people while acting as a spy and gathering secret information.
Dislike(s): His superior, Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer, who always like to make his job difficult by setting up tight securities around his favourite recipient, Cain Knightlord, whenever he needs to deliver the important documents to. Totally hates Isaak's guts.
Ahh... I finally remember him. However, what's up with those unusual words of "Basic Character Template" and "Anime/Manga"?
(Are you sure you would like to know about that?)
Never mind, I really don't need to know where that came from…
(A bit of appreciation would be nice, you know…)
I asked Walter with an amused smile on how he once again gets past those tight securities that Isaak loves to work with.
(This sounds like fun.)
Let see, my dearest and reliable Postman had to first get past a herd of cyber-hounds that always guard the building I'm living in.
(Why do you have cyber-hounds?)
Isaak was the one who implemented them into the security. Something about keeping out any kind of unwanted intruders. At least he's kind enough to put up a warning notice of 'Beware of Dogs'.
(I highly doubt that will be a helpful warning.)
Walter had to toss a couple of pounds of raw meat to distract the cyber-hounds.
(Raw meat? Since when do cyber-hounds ever eat meat? This's really a loop-hole.)
As if I know about how normal things work in this world. At least the lures distracted them long enough for the time bombs that are hidden inside to activate and blasted them to pieces of scrap metals.
(Won't the sound of blasting the cyber-hounds wakes up the security?)
Then, next he had to get past the security guards placed behind the entrance of the base. All he had to do was take out his identity card to identify himself as a member of Rosen Kruez Orden.
(That's really defeat the purpose of having guards.)
Afterwards, Walter had to get past the laser-network that filled the hallway leading towards my bedchamber. Our dearest Postman used up a few cans of freeze-spray and seem to be in a bad mood because of it.
(Umm… freeze-spray?)
Where have you been all these years?
(You don't need to know that. Just explain please.)
Freeze-spray, the ultimate weapon against laser beams for it freezes them into solid ice and helped to disable the alarm system of the places. It was also one of the famed products of my RKOP Pte. Ltd..
(Let me guess, RKOP Pte. Ltd. literally stands for Rosen Kreuz Orden Productions Private Limited.)
Yes, that's politically correct and I figured that the freeze-spray must have costs him a small fortune and generated Walter's bad mood, since they are not in major production and hard to come by.
Then after he gets past the laser-network, he needed to get past the twin doors of my bedchamber. Apparently, Isaak managed to came up with an electronic triple-lock that will activate the pair of 'killer-machines' that stands guard of my chamber if the password given was incorrect.
(Wow, I really want to see how he ever get past them!)
He got past the security by drilling a large enough hole at the wall for him to crawl into my chamber and walk in without a scratch. That's why the disarray state of his clothes. I really need to get the wall fixed too...
(…That's so anti-climatic and really, the security puts around you seriously needs more upgrading.)
His endeavors never seem to fail to amuse me and always make Isaak grinding his teeth in frustration on his failures to block the Postman out of my private chambers.
(Hey, did you smell a strong smell of vinegar in the air? It tasted just like sour love rivalry fighting over you!)
Strange though, while talking about his recent comings and goings, he never seem to took his lecherous eyes off me and seem to be trying very hard to control his fit of urge to steal me away and then find a secret dark place to do a lot of naughty things to me... But that might be my imagination…
(RAAAAPE!)
Oh sod off.
I eyed disdainfully at the large stack of letters. The envelopes used must have come from my work desk, but I can't seem to recall ever sending out any of them.
(Umm… Whatever you do, DON'T read the letters! At least your last shreds of sanity will be intact, I think…)
Now my interest was sparked up. What So Special about those letters?
(What was it they said? Curiosity killed the cat.)
Lucky I'm not a cat and thus, I took up one of the letters and then opened it. A single photograph falls out and landed on the floor. But it was enough to make my heart stopped for a moment as I caught a glimpse of it.
(What did I warned you before about not reading the letters?!)
I gingerly picked it up and flipped to the back of the photo and saw the words written on it. Another small headache was slowly building behind my eyes as I read over the lines of words there. I seriously considered on strangling the 'culprit', Dietrich, who was currently washed out on my red sofa with my bare hands.
(It's a pity though; he's such a pretty boy.)
However, a sense of wrongness stopped me. My instincts kicked in to inform me that something rather fishy with the situation.
(Now what?)
I calmed myself down and rationally read through it again and a confirmation made my way into my mind. Even though I felt that my headache was settling down to make my head its lair and multiplying like rabbits in heat and giving me a fast growing population.
It was Isaak.
(What makes you so sure that Isaak was The One?!)
For pray tell who else could be so lengthy in explaining things and always use quotes?
(Indeed, but we still had no concrete evidences.)
Besides, if it was Dietrich who had done this, he will be writing something along the lines like these:
'This is a photograph of Abel and Cain.'
'From Dietrich'
Short, simple, straight and brutal to the point. That's the way Dietrich is.
(Okay, I see your point that Dietrich is straight.)
Did I capture a sense of innuendo in your statement? You're indeed lovely to have around. Now what should I do to punish my naughty Isaak?
(How about paddle that lovely arse of his?)
Argh! Bad mental image. Get it out! Get it out!
(Wow... you really have a very active imagination... Are you bisexual?)
For your information, I have been asexual all of my life.
(Are you still a virgin?)
I refused to answer that without a lawyer.
"My lord... May I take my leave?" asked Walter.
"Yes." I replied and suddenly found my face blushing like a red rose and very aware that my Guardian Devil was laughing at me in the back of my mind. Damnit. I did not mean for the reply to that embarrassing question.
(Umm... Before that, maybe a change of… costumes was in order?)
Which was when I found myself still dressed in Catherina's old clothes and I seem to understand why Walter was looking at me strangely the entire time he was talking about his endeavor. I really felt that my headache had just resurfaces again in handy at the right time…
(Another thing you need to know too. The photograph was also sent to the entire Order, the Empire and also the AX members too.)
The painful headache had now made up a council and having a war waging about in my head. Those stupid pain-killers did absolutely nothing for me!
(That might be your hangover for all you know.)
Still, I'm curious and worried on whether I would lose any followers of mine due to this scandalous picture.
(We shall see about that… You might be surprised.)
Ha. I'm soooooooooo looking forward to it.
(Sarcasm does not really suit you at all.)
(End of chapter 7)
A/N: I promise to make up something interesting in the next chapter. Hint: Punishment.
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