1. Chapter 1 (1/2)
[a/n: (go ahead and skip this if you want xd) okay, so this is my very first fanfic (officially, cuz i never actually finished my real first one... oops.) so it probably won't be that great, but oh well.
um, so if you didn't read the summary or something, this is based off of mothy's story of evil (daughter of evil, servant of evil, etc) sung by rin and len. but, as this is genderbent, it features rinto and lenka instead of those two. honestly, i love rinto and lenka in this way more than i ever liked rin and len in it-no offense mothy. but maybe i'm just biased, since it's my story or something, i dunno. xd
so yeah, it's genderbent, though i decided not to genderbend a few of the characters (if you're a fan of the series you'll probably see what i mean farther on) and i also took the liberty of changing a few minor things from mothy's original storyline besides that to suit the story better. and maybe cuz i'm picky too. whatever.
so yeah. please give my stupid story a chance, okay? i really hope you enjoy it, cuz i really enjoy(ed) writing it. c: and please, drop me a review or two or a thousand! i really, really want feedback...
anyways, on to the story!]
once upon a time, there was a kingdom by the sea by the name of lucifenia—or, more commonly, the kingdom of yellow. it was led by a fair haired king, who ruled justly with the people's best interest in mind. his subjects were prosperous under his rule, and for all his good deeds, he was beloved by them, and well respected by the neighboring nations. the people praised him for the peace he had
ought to their nation, raising them out of the ashes of a terrible war only a hundred years earlier. they spoke of a hundred more years of peace that he would
ing them, and they all rejoiced. but one day, it all changed.
their king was suddenly taken ill with an unknown illness and died soon after, leaving the kingdom reeling in shock. who would take his place? they asked each other frantically. who now would
ing them the peace they so longed for? the people wept profusely at their deceased ruler's funeral, and for many days after, but their mourning soon ceased as word came about of their new ruler. it was to be the king's only son, a boy of just fourteen years.
many of the townsfolk marveled at the likeness to his father he bore when they first laid eyes on him; he had the same pale hair, the same icy blue eyes, the same unnaturally intelligent air about him. the peace they had been
ought by his father would last a hundred more years, they said. the mirage of their former ruler only served to blind them from the truth, though. by the time they realized their mistake, it was too late.
unlike his father, their new monarch was harsh and demanding. where many thought he would be indecisive and easily swayed, he turned out to be just the opposite. his punishments were severe, even for the most minor of infractions: anyone who defied him was mercilessly executed. he ruled the people with an iron fist, leaving them terrified of what he might do next. he was extremely intelligent for a boy of his age, and knew how to get exactly what he wanted, even at the expense of the people he ruled. behind his deceptively charming looks was a sinister cruelty, the likes of which none of them had ever seen before. "the rose" was what they began to call him: his beauty only ran skin deep, and beneath it there was nothing more than ugly thorns and a sadistic cruelty. he crushed everyone who opposed him with ruthless indifference. at first glance, one might not have thought he was capable of such things—he had a slight, almost dainty build, befitting of one of royal descent—but his victims knew better.
even the other nations began to fear him. the larger ones, such as the kingdoms of blue and green, cut off relations with him altogether, while others, such as red, tried to avoid being sucked into his trap whilst maintaining somewhat friendly relations with him. needless to say, they soon had the evil kingdom's yellow flag flying from their walls, with matching soldiers patrolling their streets. the whole while, the boy merely laughed at the people's misfortunes from the comfort of his lavish palace. it was nothing more than a game to him, and the people he controlled were his pawns to carry out whatever he desired. ultimately, despite his careful planning and strategizing, he was blinded by his ambitions and ruled by his emotions and greed, and these would soon
ing about his downfall.
his demise may have come much sooner had it not been for one girl. born a servant and trained as a warrior, she was the fiercest fighter in the kingdom and soon rose to the position of commander of the lucifian royal guard. she answered only to the king, acting as his advisor, maid, and confidant. some claimed she bore an uncanny resemblance to him, but the theory was quickly dismissed. she left his side only under his orders, and carried out his wished with unwavering loyalty. she seemed to be the only person he was able to trust, the only person he felt wouldn't betray him. she was likened as his shadow by some, and others called her the rose's maiden, his counterpart and cohort in his crimes. by her, the young king was able to do as he wished without opposition.
would it all be worth it for him in the end? the people often wondered. how long would his reign last unchallenged? though they all wondered these things, none of them were
ave enough to take action against the child. and so, his rule of tyranny ran on, un
oken and unopposed by all but the very
avest of them all, deep within the most secret places of their hearts.
"so, shall we begin?"
the large study echoed with the ticking of a large grandfather clock, interspersed with the shuffling of papers from a desk nearby. a few well-dressed figures hurried around the room with these sheets of parchment, each speaking in urgent whispers while occasionally glancing back at the figure positioned by the window. the boy in question was glaring outside, his fingers drumming a quiet pattern against the cool glass. the casual observer may have noted that he was short for his age, a trait typical of his family line. his fair hair, neatly trimmed,
ushed against the nape of his neck as the wind lifted it, and his
ight eyes gleamed calculatingly as he gazed down at the townspeople hurrying about below him. his already tense shoulders stiffened all the more as fierce arguing erupted behind him; evidently, the other men had abandoned all attempts of remaining silent, against his wishes.
as the noise reached its climax, he spun around to face them, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "enough!" he roared. though his voice was still that of a child's, it held an authority unlike that of anyone else his age. even so, they didn't seem to hear him; if anything they only seemed to grow louder. with a grunt of frustration, he spun towards a solitary figure that stood by the wall a few feet away. long, fair hair hung over her shoulders in waves, fastened securely behind her head with a thin leather band. the simple dress she wore was adorned only with a light covering of chainmail—it was in no way something a normal girl of the kingdom might wear. of course, she was not a normal girl. hanging at her side was a long, black leather scabbard, and sheathed within it was a long sword of the same color, its handle molded with a carving of a rose. at a word from the boy, she strode over to the small cluster of men on the far side of the room, her gaze fixated on the one standing in its center. leo knox, the general of the guard; he led the others crowded around him, and answered only to the king and, as it happened, the girl herself.
the others parted like water as she approached—none of them wanted to bear the punishment that their leader was undoubtedly about to face. the man himself barely had time to look up before the point of her blade was at his throat, swung into place with a single, graceful flick of her wrist. the look in her eyes as she glared up at him was cold, unyielding, yet held a bit of a bored air in it as well. such a look from such a young girl was terrifying, to say the least. the group fell silent as they stared at the dark metal gleaming in the
ight sunlight. the man gulped as he stared down the blade at the maiden, but her gaze never wavered, even as the boy behind her began to speak.
"i believe this meeting has long since been dismissed," he stated firmly. his tone was deceptively calm, in spite of the stormy look that shrouded his features. "wouldn't you say so, gentlemen?"