Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Absit invidia ❯ Ab initio (From the beginning) ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho.


I stare at the group of four men with not even a hint of recognition in my eyes, two weeks ago my master introduced me to them, and now they stand here to arrest me...though...they don't know it's me. They don't know that I’m simply following master's orders.

All they know is that I’m here…to kill.

I suppose that I’m not making much sense? Well...I doubt I ever have…at least not to someone else. The way I talk, the way I explain something is like how I think, a jumbled mess of calculations seemingly undecipherable. Unpredictable. But that is what master wanted. A complicated slave to attend to complicated business, but a slave none-the-less.

But...mox ero servus in Elysio...more likely Tartarus then Elysium I suppose though…

…Oh!…

I apologize, once again coherency has escaped me.

Let me start at the beginning to shed some light on this matter, to help you unravel my thoughts.

The first thing that you should know is that I’m a slave…which you’ve probably already figured out. I have my master…and I serve him. I’m not neglected physically or educationally, at least not for no reason. I’ve seen movies in the ningen world before of slavery, people being beaten and tortured, not being allowed to learn and that sort of thing, and I suppose that is a form of slavery, but not the one that I am a part of. I suppose you could say I am an Elite slave, and I guess it’s true. I was raised with lessons on everything from the proper spices to add in a curry dish to the proper herbs to cause someone to go blind, to learn the skills to blend into society yet perform my duties given to me by the highest bidder that bought me, my master.

But don’t get me wrong, I’m not perfect, and I do make mistakes, and although I might not be tortured meaninglessly…a slave is a slave and we are all punished for our wrongdoings…as if we were a disobedient house pet.

I can’t complain though, this is my life, I know nothing outside of it so without it I can’t imagine what my world would be like.

My name is Lotta-Frances. Beautiful Freedom. My master thought it was ironic to name me that…and he does so love irony. So much that to add insult to injury instead of naming me in his tongue…he named me in mine. To remind me of what I could’ve been…if I wasn’t born…me. If I wasn’t born an orphan. If I hadn’t been morphed into a…

Servus.


I suppose I should give a quick summary of my past before my present can be foretold. Ab origine…

I was born in Rome to my mother and farther, a full demon fledgling. When I say Rome though, I don’t mean the city in Italy. I am not Italian, I am ‘Roman’ although I truly belong to no human nationality. To put it simply, although I look like a mere teenager…I am over a thousand years old.

Back then when I was but a pup the barriers between the three worlds didn’t exist, after all, powerful demons roamed around so freely they were thought of as deities. But, although powerful, they’re vanity of viewing themselves invincible ended up destroying them. I’m not even sure if one of the faux gods or goddesses exist to this day, other demons having slain them while they we’re too conceited to realize their danger.

My parents were two such fakes, and along with the fall of Rome…I was abandoned…only to be ‘adopted’.

When I was mentally around the age of a human 6 year old I was taken into the “orphanage” where I would’ve been raised as just a servant if my…special skills hadn’t been uncovered…the deciding factor to turn me into a servus which I trained as till around the time I was ‘10’.

When master saw me…and decided I could be an asset to him. Though just because I was ‘adopted’ now my training didn’t stop. In fact, it intensified.

So in the end…I am the results of a dead family’s abandonment in a now dead nation and I speak a dead language. I suppose I am the only thing from my childhood that isn’t ‘dead’. Even the “orphanage” went up in flames soon after I left. But that’s another tale for another time.

I am the assassin daughter of who humans know as Hades and Persephone.


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----Warning, Ranting about to happen, skip if you so desire-----

So there’s 752 words. It seems so short though ::meep:: I’ll try to make the next chapter longer though just a word to the wise…I don’t like writing things that are like…a thousand chapters long.

Oh, and this will lighten up as it goes along, I know it isn’t even ‘dark’ now but…I am determined to make it funny.

Also, if you didn’t catch on ‘Lotta’s’ language is latin. Furthermore I’ve decided NOT to put translations at the bottom of chapters of the terms I used. I was reading a book that was like half English and half Italian and thought if the author DID add translations ANYWHERE in the novel it would’ve taken away from it. So I’m going to do the same with my short-story. At least, that’s my belief for now. Not that anyone truly cares anyways.