Hi uhh this is my first escaflowne fanfic...I was doing that Joey/Seto thing but I'm afraid my pc crashed and I lost all my work so I've decided to start from scratch...I hope you like this one...er...uhh...enjoy .......

'Please someone tell me HOW exactly you managed to fail...it was VERY simple...LOOK I EVEN WROTE IT DOWN!!!' Dailandau shouted slapping a small piece of paper on Guimels' nose!

Guimel fell to his knees blood streaming from his nose and making a small puddle on the floor in front of him 'Please sir...I-I lost my way!' he cried pitifully as Cheasta and Dallet picked him up and hauled him away leaving a blood trail behind them. Gatti just looked on sneering slightly, he always felt superior to the other boys and wouldn't let them forget it any time soon. Viole glared at him slightly despite his quiet nature.

'honestly...the incompetence of you, how did I come to live like this?' Dailandau sighed while massaging his forehead. There was a long silence before the other three boys returned, Guimel now with a plaster strapped across his nose like a seatbelt. He still looked worried and stood warily at the far end of the regiment. Ordinarily this would be recreational time, but they all knew it had become lecture time. Gatti always enjoyed it since he didn't tend to sustain injury, it was his entertainment (Gatti fans; YOU HAD BETTER BE TALKING ABOUT A DIFFERENT GATTI shaking fists) (me; EEP hides behind Gatti shield).

Dailandau stood up slowly descending down the steps, his expression showing no mercy or forgiveness, as always. It wasn't often he opened up to anyone except the ceiling. He wandered up and down the regiment giving each boy a piercing stare, they did their best to hold their ground but his eyes burned into them and Miguel could be heard vomiting from the opposite end of the regiment. Poor Miguel, he seemed almost to be insignificance itself (Miguel fans; sob MY POOOOOOOR BABY!!!) (me; please get a hold of your selves).

When Dailandau reached the end of the regiment he turned to Guimel who looked moor sheepish than ever (me; no I am NOT talking about him being the sheep boy mumbles random threats about death to all readers). The two boys had some sort of staring contest and their faces didn't move. All that could be heard was Guimels deep breathing and Cheasta biting his nails with worry. An evil smile came across Dailandaus' face.

'this time Guimel...don't slip up' He whispered still grinning, his red eyes still searing the smaller boys. Guimel nodded vigorously and took the paper from Dailandaus' outstretched hand. He ran from the room and the ret of the line were left sabotage what was left of recreational time.

When he returned they all sat down in the dining hall and feasted on the take-away he had been sent to fetch!..........