"Mom?" Roxanne asked, stepping into the kitchen and looking up at her adoptive mother, who was helping Civ with the cooking. Civ was her mother's minion, who was a pale pink with the signature golden-brown eyes of a minion. The golden-brown color of the eyes was the deciding factor for which offspring were chosen to be trained as minions for future generations, and which were raised to adulthood and set free in the oceans of Cerul. It had been a promise made to the piranha people of Cerul long ago, when first contact was made with the king of the ocean-dwelling fish, who promised, as a gift of peace, all those with eyes of a golden-brown shade as servants to the Ceruleans, so long as all those with different eye colors be set free-the basis of the decision being that none of the royal family had eyes of that particular shade, and were safe from being chosen.
The majority of minions actually enjoyed their roles very much, with only a very small few who did not. It was considered a high honor to be a minion so thoughtful and perfectly matched to their master that their master needn't hire any Cerulean help for their home, and in the Cerebellum home, each of their four minions carried their own personal "badge" of honor in that respect.
At birth, a fish with the prospects of becoming a minion would either be taught by their own parents or sent to a school for minions. Through a medical and highly scientific procedure, the minion would be linked to a Cerulean child still in the womb who had only three months left until their birth, and be trained as a minion to care for that child and take care of them. After the child was born, their initial training would end, and more advanced training would begin, training which would go in depth and take up the majority of a minions life for the next two years.
It was a special bond that developed between a minion and their master, a bond that connected them even deeper than the link they were forced to share from birth. Any child who was raised correctly knew not to toss their minion around like dirt, but to respect them and take their view of things into consideration. Those who didn't often ended up overworking their minion, taking advantage of them and dying at a young age.
The balance between the minion and master was very delicate-in general, minions were seen as less than a Cerulean, though there were those who were seen as a near equal by their master or mistress. It was important for a Cerulean to protect their minion should the need arise, and keep them close. Because of the bonds that help master and minion, if the minion died, so too would the Cerulean to whom they were attached. Should the Cerulean die first, the minion would live on, though any minion worth noting would insist on being buried with their Cerulean, to keep them well in the afterlife, unless they left behind a mate and offspring with preconceived orders to take care of the master's family upon their death.
But to under work or pamper a minion was just as hazardous as to overwork them. When a minion was held in higher regard than their master, or a complete equal who did only as much as or less than their master, the minion was likely to die of depression, lack of stimulation, and muscular atrophy, dragging their liberal-minded "equal" with them to the grave.
Roxanne and Gilda were a special case. The two were bonded, but not as a normal Cerulean child was bonded with their minion. Roxanne had already been a year and a half old when she was sent to Cerul, and Gilda was born only shortly after to a family across the planet. She and Roxanne had been bonded before she began training, and the early years that followed had been awkward for Gilda, learning to care for a Cerulean when she was actually to care for a human. It was a very fortunate thing that earthlings and Ceruleans were not so very different, and that Isst Cerebellum was not above helping the slightly confused minion out when she needed it.
The bond they held was as strong as a normal Cerulean's in the sense that they were extremely close, and Gilda's instincts to care for Roxanne may even have been stronger than normal minions just because it had taken her so much more effort than usual to figure her mistress out. One thing that was greatly altered (neither knew, though they sometimes wondered about it) from normality was that their bond did not carry into the afterlife. If Gilda died, Roxanne would live on.
Isst glanced up and smiled brightly at her daughter. She had very smooth, motherly features, and she acted every bit the part her appearance had cast for her. She was a bubbly woman with a bright outlook and optimism galore. She practically oozed tender love, care, and maternal instinct stronger than Roxanne had seen in the parent of any other. Roxanne and Reptung, her adopted son and daughter, were the pride and joy of her life.
Roxanne, and Reptung had both been adopted by Isst and Loral Cerebellum when they were babies. As motherly as she was, Isst had been barren from birth, and adoption had been her only option for children. Gilda and Gishnar had also been adopted, for both the sake of timing, and because Civ and Rit, the minion of Loral, absolutely idespised/i one another.
When Ceruleans mated, it was law and custom that their minions become mates as well. Usually, the minions of a couple got along quite well, at the very least well enough to be amiable with one another, and sometimes shared a love just as strong as the love their master and mistress harbored for one another. Sometimes, though, there were cases where two forcedly bonded minions hated each other to a point of abhorrence, usually due to clashing personalities with both the other fish and their master.
"Roxanne!" she exclaimed, swooping over to envelop her fifteen-year-old daughter in a warm hug.
"Mom, why can't you just call me Aida, like everyone else?"
"Because your name isn't Aida," Isst told her, pulling back a bit to look her daughter in the eyes. Isst was a good foot taller than her daughter, extremely tall-she towered over everyone but her husband, who, by some amazing mutation, was an impossible six foot eight-eight! Roxanne herself was of a completely average height for a full grown woman at five four, and even the tallest of men didn't usually clear five foot ten. "Your real mother named you Roxanne before she sent you here, and it's a beautiful name that you should be proud of!"
"Roxanne isn't even a name, it's just a collection of weird, random sounds!"
"From what we know it means 'bright star at dawn,' and that is what you are, Roxanne," Isst lectured her daughter. "You should be proud of where you come from and what you are." Roxanne repressed an urge to snort. "Anyway," Isst continued gently, "your father is coming home today, so I'll need your help in the kitchen for awhile. Is that alright?"
"That's fine," Roxanne answered. She didn't really mind cooking. She didn't like it as much as Gilda (Gilda absolutely adored the kitchen, and could spend hours trying out new recipes when she was allowed), but it could be fun.
"So how was school today, sweetheart?" Isst asked as Roxanne situated herself and began slicing vegetables.
"School was alright," she answered. Isst blinked hard and nearly choked on her own tongue as she started forward, the knife she held cutting deep into the bone of the animal she was preparing. There was the loud ding! of metal hitting metal as Civ turned even her attention to Roxanne, the knife coming down on her robotic fingers with strength enough to sever the fingers of a carbon-based life form.
"Alright?" Isst asked, holding a hand to her throat and glancing with wide yellow eyes at her adoptive daughter. "School-school was alright?" Roxanne nodded, not even noticing that anyone had looked up as she continued to slice. "And-you aren't lying?"
"Why would I lie?" Roxanne asked. Her very existence on this planet was lie enough to last lifetimes.
"Oh, Roxanne, I'm so happy for you!" Isst cried, grabbing her daughter up and burying her in another bone-crushing hug, nearly getting her eyes gouged out as Roxanne jerked up in surprise. "Tell me all about it!" she insisted, holding Roxanne at arms length and smiling down at her. "I want to hear every single detail of your wonderfully alright day!"
Author Comments: OK! I just realized that I've been neglecting these author comment bits for this story, so lemme give you the ones from dA!
Chapter One: OK, OK, I know I've been starting a lot of fanfics lately and not finishing them, but I PROMISE that I will finish them all before summer's end! *Tear* I just have SO many plotbunnies! *Sob* Anyway, this is the first chapter of a Total Reversal Megamind fic. I think this is the first of its kind, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is the story of Roxanne Ritchi, a human girl who was blasted off of planet Earth as it was sucked into the gaping maw of a black hole, sent to live on a planet millions of light years away, a planet where the average Joe is big-headed, bald, and blue-skinned. What will happen to our beloved Roxanne Ritchi? Let us find out...
Chapter Two: Here are some Cerulean words and their English equivalents!
Lendor=Gorilla
Chiff: Dog
Worngall=Octopus or squid
Bungdo tree: Peach tree
SO! Chapter two. =P Aw, poor Roxanne. In case you didn't guess, Mace Mind is known in most fanfics as Syx, Blue, Megs, or, most commonly, Megamind. And Roxanne's alien name is Aida. Note: I make up all of this stuff as I go, for the most part. Names and Cerulean words are random sounds put together. XDXD
Cerulean is a shade of blue that is extremely similar to Megamind's skin color. Also I couldn't think of anything else. Sue me. =P XDXD, No, don't really, I'm broke. =P
Chapter Three: So...HUZZAH! XDXD, Oh, Roxanne has a watch that Mace made, hm? What'll happen from here on out? And they refer to Quicksilver as a "full-grown kitten" because they don't know that a baby kitten is a redundancy. Kitten is the only classification they have for her. So. Yeah. ! =P
Chapter Four: XDXD, so here we peer into the life of one Mace Mind! To clarify: There are two Overlords in this fic, The Overlord of the school and The Overlord of the planet. So. Yeah. XDXD, SO! Fid=Macklnn Mind's minion, Idna=the minion of Menje Mind, and, of course, Minion=the minion of Mace Mind, who we all know and love. And of course, Mace's family is completely and totally awesome. :D XDXD, his parents are so much like him!
Chapter Five: So, did your brain explode? XDXD, Sorry, I'm kinda pushing this huge mass of information on you all right now, but, you know, you need to know a few fundamentals about minions and such! =P
XDXD, I like Isst. She's a nice person. =P Very excited about important events in her children's' lives. Yes, this is the first time Roxanne has ever had an "alright" day at school and not been lying about it. =P *Nods*
Also, someone on who called themselves thecatwhisperer told me that it was getting hard to keep track of the names, so here's a handy-dandy name-chart thingy! :D
The Minds:
Mace Mind: AKA, Megamind
Minion: The minion of Mace Mind
Macklnn Mind: The Father of Mace Mind; A physicist and geneticist; Husband to Mendje Mind.
Fid: The minion of Macklnn Mind; Father of Minion; Mate of Idna.
Mendje Mind: The Mother of Mace Mind; A physicist and ambassedor; Wife of Macklnn Mind.
Idna: The minion of Mendje Mind; Mother of Minion; Mate of Fid.
The Cerebellums:
Roxanne "Aida" Cerebellum: AKA, Roxanne Ritchi.
Gilda: Minion to Roxanne.
Reptung Cerebellum: Adopted son of Loral and Isst; Adopted brother of Roxanne.
Gishnar: Minion to Reptung.
Isst Cerebellum: Adoptive Mother of Roxanne and Reptung; Wife of Loral.
Civ: Minion to Isst; Forced mate to Rit.
Loral Cerebellum: Adoptive father of Roxanne and Reptung; Husband of Isst; Royal Advisor on Foreign Affairs.
Rit: Minion to Loral; Forced mate to Civ.
And that's really all the characters you need to know right here and now! =P Hope this helps, thecatwhisperer! :D Enjoy! :D