A/N: Forgive me for the slow update, I was engrossed in playing my newly bought PSP Crisis Core Game... Thank you for waiting, here goes the new chapter! Please bear with me, this is a short chapter…
Updated on: 8th of March 2008
Insanity - Chapter 15: Amnesia?
Written by: Guardian 0 Devil (aka G0D for short! Kyaaa!)
Pairing(s): As usual, you should have know it by now…
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. By the way, any information given here is usually found in Wikipedia and also TB Canon Translation.
(In the meeting room of the Rozen Kruez Orden)
(As usual, this is in Cain's point of view. My point of view are in brackets.)
I took my seat at the head of the table and listen half-heartedly to my followers' reports. I does not really care what happens to the Orden as it is just my stepping stone to bring more destruction to the world.
(Dude, besides destroying the world, what else are ya thinking about?)
Well, for your information dearest Guardian Devil, I will also be thinking about my foolish wayward brother too. I wonder when will he wakes up?
(…. I think you will know it soon anyhow… What are ya doing over here anyway?)
Usually it was Isaak who will be here in his place to take care of these matters, but since I had entrusted Isaak to keep an eye on Abel as he go about his preparation, I now will have to come to these painfully boring meetings.
(Trusting Isaak to be alone with Abel? Let hope he did not do anything harmful.)
Stop putting those doubts of my servant's loyalty to me. He did vowed with a blood fealty to me after all. He's a man of his words. Besides, I also needs to be physically there so as to remind his followers who they really belong to; be it in soul, body and heart, the followers must know that their one and only master is ME.
(You are really conceited.)
Why thank you Guardian Devil.
(As usual with our bickering, that's not supposed to be a compliment.)
I know. However, annoying you is one of my little enjoyment nowadays.
(Can't you go and annoy someone else?)
Well, since Abel is still in coma, Seth's dead… You happened to be the one around just right in time for my amusement.
(I feel very honored to know that… So what's the situation now?)
A week ago, the Orden had openly declared war against the remaining countries that survived the aftermath of the nuclear war. As they were speaking, their battleships and the five armies of animated zombies (which is about three million of zombies in total) are sent out all over the world to annihilate any humans they encountered.
(Creating a World War as you speaking? I have to say that's terribly predictable of most evil genius crazy guys who plan on either world domination or world destruction…)
However, from the received reports, they faced strong resistance from Albion, Germanicus and also the Empire. The Orden have suffered heavy losses when faced against these countries, losing a total of three main battleships out of ten and an army of animated zombies so far.
Really, resistance is futile against ME. The Contra Mundi.
(You know I just got a disturbing image of you…)
Oh? Care to share it with me?
(I got this image of you rubbing both your hands, evilly laughing and saying: Kukuku… Everything is going according to the plan. Kukuku…)
…That's disturbing… Besides I don't laugh like that. My evil manly laughter is better than this.
(I doubt it somehow. I once overheard you giggle like a girl…)
I Don't Giggle Like A Girl! Even If Did Laugh, I Will Only Laugh Manly!
(Hahaha. Really? Let the readers look through chapter 5 of this story. They will all agree with me over this laughing matter.)
What are you talking about?
(Snickers…)
Summing up, the Orden is gradually losing the war. They look toward their leader for his utmost capable guidance.
I'm flattered really. This makes me feel like a G0D.
(That could be your hangover for all you know.)
Ignoring the irritating Voice in my mind, I stood up confidently and stare down fiercely at my followers. "Continue with the attacks, these resistance forces will eventually wear out and fall beneath our tireless animated zombies."
(Ha. As if that will really crush the human population. I tell you they can breed like rabbits if situation calls for it.)
Then how about this wonderful strategy?
"Next, spread out the plague among the refugees. Clearance to use the upgraded version of the Shinki virus. This will help create more ghouls for us to control."
(Hmm… seems like a good plan… Using biochemical tactical attack against the human population… By the way, what does Shinki means?)
Heh. Shinki means zombie in Japanese.
(I never knew you speak the Japanese language?)
I'm a genius. Learning languages is part of being a genius.
"Send some minor battleships to destroy these countries' seaport and land transportation routes which are essential to their economies. This will greatly cripple them for a while, cutting off their resources to build up more warfare weapons and alienate their interacting communication," pausing for a moment thoughtfully, I calmly commanded: "Dietrich, you are to get into the Empire's main command room. This time use their nuclear weapon to eliminate some of the annoying obstacles. It will create more distrust and chaos between these allied resistances."
(Hmm… This does not really bode well for the world…)
Of course, that's the general idea.
"Yes, Master Cain, I will do as you commanded." replied Dietrich without hesitation.
A playful music rings loudly in the meeting room. Everyone in the room froze as they hear it. For they feared the wrath of their Master…
(Somehow, I feel a tinge of pity for them… Just a little.)
I reaches into my pocket and pulls out a small device. My followers see this gives a relief sigh and the room becomes silent as they watch me holding it near my right ear and listens intently.
(What's that device you are holding?)
Oh that. It's a handphone.
(You have the technology of handphone at your disposal? Why the hell is the post office set up when you can use a handphone to give out orders?!)
Hush my dear. Only the highest members of the Orden have this privilege. Letting it become a common device does not seat well with my followers. They still need to feel that they are special to the Orden and does have some authority over their subordinates.
(Capturing their hearts with a little device like this? Pfft. What a bunch of idiots. The tinge of pity I had for them is gone like the wind for good.)
Besides, it is I who had captured their hearts. Not the handphone device.
(Argh… I'm utterly speechless about your own shamelessness.)
However, I am a handsome beau. It's natural that I can capture anyone's beating living heart.
Anway, after listening for a while, I smiled as I heard the good news from Isaak.
(What news did Isaak brings now?)
Patience my dear, it shall be reveal later.
(Stop giving me the cliffhanger!)
I put the device back into my pocket and said: "The rest of you shall stay at your designated posts and do your duties. If there is nothing important to report, this meeting shall end here. You are dismissed."
(I Hate You.)
The feeling is mutual, dearest Guardian Devil. Alas I'm still finding ways to get rid of you. Painfully for you.
(Don't think about threatening me. It's absolutely useless.)
I suppose you are safe in the recesses of my mind. For now.
I stands and proceeds to leave the room. Several pairs of eyes follow my exit admiringly. With exception of one pair of eyes belonging to a certain female, narrow in cunning concentration.
(One week later, at the main base of Rozen Kruez Orden…)
Time really flies by… Really.
Abel gradually opens his eyes and finds himself in a recuperation unit, stripped of his belongings and wearing only a white sleeping-robe. He sluggishly exits the recuperation unit and warily observes his surroundings.
About high time that Abel finally wakes up from his long regenerative coma.
The room he is in was lavishly decorated. Plush expensive carpets, elegantly crafted wooden furniture and antiques that spoke of a history and wealth.
Abel thought with confusion: "Where am I?"
A pause and the silence in the room becomes thick. Dammit, I need to breathe.
As time ticks away, Abel's beautiful sapphire blue eyes widen in sudden realization: "Most importantly… who am I?"
Really, what took you so long to break the silence. Wait. What do you mean by that question stated above?!
It was at that precise moment, a polite knock on the doors of the room is heard clearly. Abel looks warily towards it and hesitantly called out softly: "Come in, whoever you are."
The doors open and in walk Isaak with clothes for Abel that are neatly folded and place on a silver tray. He bowed elegantly and said: "My lord, how are you today? I have come to bring you a change of clothes."
"…Who are you? Do you know who am I also?" Abel asked with strong curiosity.
I just got the ominous feeling when he said that… I'm feeling sorry for Abel right now.
Isaak looked surprise for a moment but quickly recovered himself. I'm pretty sure he's smiling gleefully over this turn of events.
"I see…" Isaak paused for a moment before he continued, "My name is Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer, I'm also the present Butler for this… household."
"Your full name is Abel Knightlord. About nine months ago, you had been involved in an… unfortunate accident. Which leads you to be in coma ever since then. I assumed that the accident also had caused you to have amnesia. What you need now is some rest." Said Isaak professionally.
"Can you tell me about my past?" Abel asked innocently.
"All your questions and doubts shall be answered by your brother." Replied Isaak.
"I have a brother?" Abel asked, tilting his head sideway to look at Isaak. I have to admit, Abel looks very cute when he acted like that.
"Yes. Your brother, which happens to be my master, is called Cain Knightlord."
"I would very much like to see Cain. Can you bring me to him?"
"Master Cain is now unavailable at the moment and please change into these clothes, Master Abel." Came the calm reply from Isaak who proceed to put the tray of clothes on the table. "Please have a change of clothes, the bathroom is over there. I will be waiting outside of this chamber." said Isaak and he moves to exit the room, closing the door behind him.
With a frustrated sigh, Abel walks over to the tray of clothes provided. However, when he inspects them, he finds that the clothes provided look somewhat familiar…
Sharp pieces of flashback assaulted his mind, the white uniform triggered something of importance from his past. It seems to bring back some painful memories and every shard of memories was confusing and incoherent.
Shaking off to get rid of the painful images, Abel has the sudden urge to simply throw the clothes across the room but stop himself and think rationally for a moment and resignedly decides to just change into it.
Once he changed into the clothes, he look himself over with a body-length mirror that he found in the corner of the room. The white uniform hangs on his body snugly, his white pants clings to his legs and showing off his long, slender legs. His pair of black leather boots reached up over his ankles ending midway of his lower legs and with the black leather belt that sling lazily on his hips to complete his attire.
Ahem. Excuse me for a moment as I wipe off my drool.
Don't give me that look. I'm a normal straight girl, it's perfectly reasonable that I drool over hot sexy guys.
Abel idly finger-comb his long white hair as neatly as he could and since Isaak did not prepare any ribbon for him, he had to let his hair hang down as it is. When he feels that he is ready, Abel opens the doors and walks out of the chamber.
Isaak looks over Abel with a hint of approval in his eyes and politely asks: "My lord, please follow me."
Isaak leads Abel down the end of the brightly-lighted pathway and several corridors and finally to an richly decorated dining hall.
"Please be seated, lunch will be served up soon." Said Isaak.
Eating his wonderful lunch provided and served by Isaak, Abel wonders what had happened during these past nine months when he was in coma.
Sigh... It's a long story, my dear Abel. Exactly more than 45,000 words in total so as to speak of.
(End of chapter 15.)
A/N: Ahem, please review to tell me what you think of this chapter?