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Storm Siren

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tenko and The Guardians of The Magic. I’m also not making any money here either.

Summary: This is a Princess Tenko fiction. There is no need for a silly summary. He needs no trivial introduction, for he is mightier than the god and the devil is his slave. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter One

I am mightier than the god
The devil is my slave
More beautiful than the goddess
I put her face to shame
Oh, look at me
Oh, what do you see?
There’s no one greater than me
I’m the queen, the best, so worship me!

--Rhapsody: A Musical Adventure (Evil Queen)

Do you know what it means to always be alone? I look at my face in the mirror and I see myself as winter. Glacial, frozen, and so very cold. I would very much like to die, but it would seem I have forgotten how to do even that.

OOOOO

The funeral was short, sweet, and to the point. Daddy was dead and Fuck You by Lily Allen was still playing over the frantic hysterics and mourning.

Mommy Dearest had fainted from the shock and the dead bastard’s cunt of a mother was shrieking at the man of their lord to cut the music. He had stolen the key earlier, snuck into the sound room during prayer, and pressed play, turning the volume up as high as it would go. As he strolled out, he had made sure to lock the key inside.

Of course, everyone in the temple was looking at the evil queer. It only caused his snowy grin to grow all the more wicked. He had been waiting for this precious moment for so long.

“Get out!” His grandmother shouted, powdered face all red and veins popping in her sagging neck. “I curse the day you were ever born!”

That was all he needed. He could leave with no guilt in his heart at all now.

The song only spoke the truth. He was done with them all. It was time to say yes, and become his true self.

His future was so bright, it blinded him. Even now, the camera flashes as he exited the temple stunned his blue eyes.

He smiled for the glittering cameras, giving them all the middle finger with love. Of course, they hearted it. Oh, the terrible stories they would print about him. He couldn’t wait to read them all.

Bad press is the only press. It kept the masses interested.

“How are you feeling, Zach?” A reporter in a green hat asked, camera blinding him.

“Konichiwa, bitch-tits,” he greeted, giving them all a queenly wave. “The cunting bastard is dead. Ha!”

OOOOO

The wicked and vane Queen of Creeping Darkness cackled and the roof fell in. Well, most likely, from the angle of the still rolling camera, the roof just pleasantly imploded. All the same, it could now be said the roof was no longer where it had first been placed. Horrible Barry had seen to that with his Smiting Stick O’ Doom.

“Zack!” A loud voice shouted. “Are you all right?”

Zack coughed and rolled over onto his back. His face was blackened by soot and his silken garments were scorched in several places.

He looked up, seeing where he had been standing just three seconds ago, and wondered how he had gotten where he was. He could have been trapped or dead under all that burning roof.

He was about thirty feet away from where he had been summoning forth a crimson dragon to go forth and crush a petty little kingdom. Looking at his trembling hands, he knew he had done it again.

“Zach!” The voice was practically screaming like a banshee this time. “Call an ambulance! Get me the fire department! Summon my goddamn lawyers!”

Stumbling to his feet, he wiped his eyes. They were stinging just a bit now from all the smoke.

What was he going to do? He had been standing there and now he was all the way over here. There would be no logical way to explain this. All those cameras were sure to have captured something.

“Do not worry,” a voice belonging to an elderly man seemed to whisper in his ear. “All will be well, my child.”

He quickly glanced over his shoulder, seeing no one. Had he hit his head too hard or something?

“You fools have just murdered the next…oh my fucking god! Zach!”

He waved.

“I…uh…yeah…”

He scratched the back of his head.

What the hell was he going to say to them?

Oh, the eyes. There were too many eyes.

It burns us! It burns us!

His manager practically pounced onto him, throwing her arms around him, squeezing him hard enough, he felt his bones pop. He even heard them, too.

“The roof was only supposed to blow when the CG dragon rose up from the bubbling pit!” The director was shouting, beating an intern with his megaphone. “Not falling and killing my actors!”

Horrible Barry simply twirled his killing stick. “That was some serious magic trick you pulled there, kid.”

Zach stopped, panting for much needed breath.

“Magic trick?”

The older actor nodded.

“You used the trap door that was under your feet,” Horrible Barry told him. “I saw you.”

Zach swallowed.

No he hadn’t, but this guy looked as if he totally believed he had. He hadn’t known there was a trapdoor under his feet.

“Who the fuck cares?” Camilla squealed. “You’re not dead! That’s all that matters!”

Zach gasped some more.

“My spine!” He finally cried.

“Oh, poor baby,” she grinned, releasing him from her death hold. “I’m so terribly sorry about that.”

He glared, but he forgave her all the same. She was lucky spines were one of those things that grew back.

“I am so sorry about that, Mr. Coral,” the director quickly bowed. “But, we will have to halt production for at least three days.”

Three days?

Rest and relaxation?

Sleeping in really late?

Oh, he was so there!

“I am all right,” he quickly told everyone, shooing the medics away. “But…I think I’m going to need a new costume.”

Camilla whistled.

“Methinks the scorched and torn look really becomes you,” she grinned, tapping her bottom lip with a painted nail. “It makes you look all the sexier. How could that nasty king not invite you to his silly son’s birthing ceremony?”

The costume designer lifted up his fainted head from off the floor. The look on his lineless face was that of a wicked mind running a hundred marathons at once.

Zach felt like running.

He snatched a medic by his collar. “By any chance, do you happen to have any of those nice purple pills on you?”

OOOOO

He scented the steamy water with jasmine oil and sprinkled in some red rose petals. It wasn’t often he got to indulge himself like this and he was going to take every advantage he had for the next three days.

Submerging himself to his neck, he let out a long sigh, allowing his mind to slow down. The cameras had captured nothing. It was like they had all been cut off five seconds before the roof was no longer a roof.

This had only happened once before to him, but he refused to let his mind travel back down that darkly wooded path. Too many sharp thorns and he didn’t want to get cut up again.

He refused to think of the blooming blue hydrangeas and the pouring rain. He didn’t want to remember the thunder or the heat from the lightning.

Shaking his head, he splashed his face with hot water.

There had been a man’s voice. An elderly man. He was sure of that.

But, he had seen nobody, yet the voice had been whispered right into his ear. He had even felt the warm breath from it. Oddly enough, there had been no smell.

He looked up at the ceiling, watching the steam dance around the light. He wanted to go dancing too. Dancing made him feel free and he had never felt more free than he did right now.

No longer was he bound by his family’s strict rules. He was his own person. His name was in the stars. A name no one would ever forget.

His voice was a wave, crashing through barriers. His talent was unstoppable, shining and burning hotter than lava.

No one could touch him. He had seen to that.

Nineteen and already he had two platinum albums and an Oscar. He was damn proud of himself.

He was a fucking action figure. A villain, but a fucking action figure nonetheless.

Millions worshipped him as if he were a deity come down to earth. Something his parents had damned him for.

They had told him he was setting himself up as an idol, telling young people it was okay to be yourself, and that there is not a thing wrong with being a homosexual.

He was leading people to Hell with his godless music. They had called him a Shepherd for the Devil.

Well, if there is no dancing or music in Heaven, then he didn’t want to be found there. It would be damn embarrassing.

Let his ignorant family think what they wanted. He was at the top.

“But, it is so lonely up here.”

He yelped, head going completely under. He came up spitting water and rose petals from his mouth.

“Who is there?” He gagged, spinning around in the large marble tub, falling under several more times in the process.

He threw himself over the edge, gasping for air and dizzy from the heat.

His pale flesh was pink as shell and his dark locks obscured his vision.

There was nobody there. He was all alone.

“Oh, hell!” He hissed, suddenly frightened.

Hadn’t his grandfather suffered from the voices before they told him to take a nice dive off a five story balcony?

Being very careful, he crawled out of the tub as if his hairless legs were numb. He didn’t want to fall, bust open his head, and drown. Being found naked in your bathroom would be terrible, no matter how beautiful you are.

Sniffing, he blew his locks out of his eyes. He was going to get dressed, fix himself up, and hit this town like a meteor.

OOOOO

“Master?”

Old man Hikita Tenko opened his perpetually serene eyes and smiled with perfect tranquility. His whole being constantly resonated with a loving compassion and playful blissfulness.

“Janna,” he spoke in his ever kind tone. “I have a special task for you and Jason.”

Both twins looked from him to each other.

Janna was the image of beauty and Jason was most handsome. They were the most powerful of his students so far and they were both very proud of it. Too proud, perhaps.

“Master?” Jason asked this time.

“This child will soon need our guidance,” he answered them both, sending a photo across the room on shimmering wings to them.

It was Janna who plucked it from out of the air. The wings vanished with a glittering pop.

Her eyes remained neutral, always in control. But, there was a slight heat to them.

“Is he one of us, Master?” She asked, handing the photo to her twin.

Master Tenko nodded.

Jason’s eyes mirrored his twins, only warmer. It would seem they both suffered from the same taste.

The master gracefully smiled. He knew their hearts.

Janna was the stronger and Jason would give her whatever she asked for. She was darker, but he did help balance that out with his light heartedness. Their was kindness in both, but it was more present in Jason.

They still had much to learn. Perhaps this important task would help enlighten them just that bit more.

“Protect him,” he told them in an asking manner. “And see him safely to our sanctuary.”

Both twins bowed before turning.

He watched them go.

Only Jason turned back.

Master Tenko waved to him.

Jason needed to smile more.

He saw Janna take her twin’s large hand. It was good they loved each other. They had been all they had for so long.

The world was not always kind. He closed his eyes and prayed for their happiness, and their safe return.

OOOOO

Jason tied his long garnet red hair back in a slick ponytail before turning to his twin. She was tossing all her clothes about again. It was her way of saying she had nothing to wear, even though more than half still had their tags on them.

“Nothing to wear?” He sympathized, rolling his lime green eyes.

She froze, suddenly standing all straight and rigid. It reminded him of an angry cat about to pounce with claws out to bleed something dry.

She turned and glared at him with her own set of stunning green orbs.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” She asked, putting a slender hand on her hip, cocking it in a threatening manner.

He put up his hands. “Me? Never.”

“Oh, shut up!” She snapped, tossing a wooden hanger over his head.

He knew if she had really wanted to hit him, she would have. So, he made no comment about her aim. It was the healthy choice.

“I have nothing to wear,” she whined in that tone, causing him to want to run and rob Alexander McQueen’s closet again.

“You have lots of nice clothes, Janna,” he told her, picking his way towards her through the mountain of Grace Jones and Madonna. “You look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

Emerald eyes narrowed into venomous slits.

“You wear the clothes,” he quickly mended with grace. “Not the other way around. Remember?”

She smiled a little then. His heart lifted. He couldn’t stand when she was mad at him.

It hurt.

“Unzip my shirt,” she told him. “And help me into this dress.”

He nodded, doing as she had told him. It was fun dressing her up and making her look like a goddess come down to stroll beside mere mortals.

“Jason?” She asked.

“Hmm?”

She didn’t answer for a second.

“Janna?”

“Never mind,” she told him, stepping away, dressed in twinkling night. “Help me with my hair.”

He snatched a brush and sweet scented spray.

“I’ve not been to a club in forever,” she smiled, slipping on her favorite pair of Prada.

He nodded.

It was true.

“What do you think of our target?” She asked.

“Charge,” he corrected.

“Oh,” she giggled, patting his muscular arm. “You know what I mean.”

“He has a nice voice.”

Janna practically purred then. “He has a nice something…”

He narrowed his eyes this time.

“What?” She asked, looking from her flawless reflection in the oval mirror. “Are you jealous?”

“Of course not,” he looked away, finished with her silky hair. “Why would I be jealous?”

She cocked a delicate brow. Oh, hell! Who was he kidding? It was viciously fierce. He had waxed and plucked them to be that devastating.

She gave a crooked grin.

She was playing with him. Baiting him. Well, he wasn’t going to give her the pleasure.

“Jason?” She asked as he walked away from her. “Get back here! I’m kidding. Jason!”

He closed the door and leaned back against it just as another hanger struck the other side. He listened to it land with a clatter.

He silently pulled the photo from his pant pocket. The face in the picture was fair and very easy on his eyes. In fact, a little too easy on his eyes.

“Jason!” Janna called. “I know you’re pouting out there. Help me with my lip liner.”

Sighing, he put the photo away and slowly took his time going back inside. Unlike his twin, it would merely take him moments to get ready.

“Queen of the Night,” Janna giggled, turning to him. “I love it.”

He nodded with a grin.

He did such good work.

For some reason, he knew it was going to be a long night and that his feet were going to hate him later.

“Come along,” Janna said, snatching hold of his bare wrist. “Time to dress you up.”

The girl led him to the door in heels no goddess insane enough would wear. He was happy to have been born with his genitalia on the outside.

“I’m thinking prince,” she told him. “With just a drop of demon.”

He agreed.

Leather and jade lace it was.

To Be Continued…

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-Flora
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