Author's Note: Hai GoldenDragon2000-san. I take up your challenge. I hope this was alright. Needed to take a break from Wings of Wisdom. So many ideas running through my mind it nearly drives me kureeeji! ^_^
Story Notes: This is supposed to take place when Zaibach is in its stages of their supposedly world domination. Yeah yeah... let's all kill Dornkirk and get it over and done with. ^_^. I know I will... what about you? So anyway, I just twist a bit here and there. Dilandau is getting men to join his Ryuukagetai or something like that. The Dragonslayers.
Torn Souls
by Rei Himura
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Prologue: "... and so I lay awake and dream..."
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Dilandau stood in the middle of a bloodied battlefield. Everywhere around him was bloodshed. Mutilated bodies and decapitated limbs. A smirk crawled on his boyish face as a sinister high-pitched laugh came from the recesses of his throat. Then suddenly to his left, a shadow emerged from the smoky mists. His crimson eyes narrowed. Could it be?
"Dilandau..." came the voice of the enraged shadow. The smirk on the Dragonslayer's face widened. His hand immediately reached out for the scabbard which was hung on his left. "Hehe... nice to see you again... Van fanel." The pair drew their swords. Reddish brown eyes versus psychotic red ones. The sword fight was intricate dance. One that could lead to death should a mistake be made. For Dilandau... he was preparing for his checkmate.
The Fanelian sword was suddenly thrown aside. Van looked to his left, where it clanged noisily to the ground. He had not managed to turn his face forward when the sharp blade of Dilandau's scabbard slowly outlined his jaw line and then pushed slightly into his neck. His eyes were mad with fury. Fury for having lost. Fury for not doing Balgus proud. But at least he would die with honour. Death without Hitomi... without the one he loved...
"DILANDAU-SAMA!!!" a chorus of loud voices snapped the sleeping white angel from his sleep. Dilandau Albatou, aged 14, sat upright on his bed. He narrowed his eyes to his left, the source of the commotion. From where he sat, he saw Shesta and Gatti trembling from the intensity of his gaze. "Why did you wake me up? This had better be good?" he shouted. Shesta gulped and Gatti shoved him forward. The latter stepped closer to his master unwillingly, his body spelling sheer fear and terror. The hand that held onto the scroll shook and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. He gulped again.
"Well? WHAT IS IT?!?!" The last sentence nearly threw off Gatti and Shesta onto the rest of the cowering Dragonslayers. Such was terror and respect that Dilandau commanded over his men.
"D-Dilandau-sama... Folken-sama ordered us to... to give you this." the scroll was carefully placed at the edge of the bed. Dilandau breathed in deeply, slightly irritated that they had woken him up from such a lovely dream just to deliver rubbish from Folken Strategos. But then again, knowing Folken, this must have been urgent. He turned sideways, picked up his sword, and jabbed it at the piece of paper. The Dragonslayers heaved a hidden sigh of relief. Many thought he would have used the sharp blade to punish them.
"What are you still doing here? GET LOST!!!" and got lost they did, racing one another out of their master's chambers for fear that he may suddenly change his mind and run after them.
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Chapter 1: Amusement is Served Best with Sadism...
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"I pray Dilandau that you've read and understood the letter which I had just given you." said Folken, his voice ever smooth and relaxed. He glanced over at the young Guymelef pilot who was busy scratching his wine bottle. Dilandau caught his gaze and smiled as he scratched another line onto the glass bottle. "I don't understand Strategos... why would you want me to attend this stupid and utterly ridiculous banquet? My duty is to hunt down the dragon. Not dance with ditzy girls." he punctuated his sentence with using his dagger to whack the bottle onto the floor; where it rolled harmlessly to the corner - its contents spilling through the neck and pooling onto the floor. Folken ignored the gesture and took a small sip from his wine glass.
"Unless you want to improve our nation's relations with Basram and Ispania, I advise you attend it. The Emperor would not be too happy if you decide not to grace the banquet with your presence. You do know... of the consequences." he added. Dilandau snorted. He got up suddenly and headed for the door but stopped as he reached the entrance.
"Perhaps I will change my mind. But do note... I will only remain there unless accompanied by my Dragonslayers." he paused and then gave a sly smirk before continuing. "After all... a lonely Dilandau can be a very... dangerou Dilandau." with that, he left.
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Story Notes: This is supposed to take place when Zaibach is in its stages of their supposedly world domination. Yeah yeah... let's all kill Dornkirk and get it over and done with. ^_^. I know I will... what about you? So anyway, I just twist a bit here and there. Dilandau is getting men to join his Ryuukagetai or something like that. The Dragonslayers.
Torn Souls
by Rei Himura
***
Prologue: "... and so I lay awake and dream..."
***
Dilandau stood in the middle of a bloodied battlefield. Everywhere around him was bloodshed. Mutilated bodies and decapitated limbs. A smirk crawled on his boyish face as a sinister high-pitched laugh came from the recesses of his throat. Then suddenly to his left, a shadow emerged from the smoky mists. His crimson eyes narrowed. Could it be?
"Dilandau..." came the voice of the enraged shadow. The smirk on the Dragonslayer's face widened. His hand immediately reached out for the scabbard which was hung on his left. "Hehe... nice to see you again... Van fanel." The pair drew their swords. Reddish brown eyes versus psychotic red ones. The sword fight was intricate dance. One that could lead to death should a mistake be made. For Dilandau... he was preparing for his checkmate.
The Fanelian sword was suddenly thrown aside. Van looked to his left, where it clanged noisily to the ground. He had not managed to turn his face forward when the sharp blade of Dilandau's scabbard slowly outlined his jaw line and then pushed slightly into his neck. His eyes were mad with fury. Fury for having lost. Fury for not doing Balgus proud. But at least he would die with honour. Death without Hitomi... without the one he loved...
"DILANDAU-SAMA!!!" a chorus of loud voices snapped the sleeping white angel from his sleep. Dilandau Albatou, aged 14, sat upright on his bed. He narrowed his eyes to his left, the source of the commotion. From where he sat, he saw Shesta and Gatti trembling from the intensity of his gaze. "Why did you wake me up? This had better be good?" he shouted. Shesta gulped and Gatti shoved him forward. The latter stepped closer to his master unwillingly, his body spelling sheer fear and terror. The hand that held onto the scroll shook and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. He gulped again.
"Well? WHAT IS IT?!?!" The last sentence nearly threw off Gatti and Shesta onto the rest of the cowering Dragonslayers. Such was terror and respect that Dilandau commanded over his men.
"D-Dilandau-sama... Folken-sama ordered us to... to give you this." the scroll was carefully placed at the edge of the bed. Dilandau breathed in deeply, slightly irritated that they had woken him up from such a lovely dream just to deliver rubbish from Folken Strategos. But then again, knowing Folken, this must have been urgent. He turned sideways, picked up his sword, and jabbed it at the piece of paper. The Dragonslayers heaved a hidden sigh of relief. Many thought he would have used the sharp blade to punish them.
"What are you still doing here? GET LOST!!!" and got lost they did, racing one another out of their master's chambers for fear that he may suddenly change his mind and run after them.
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Chapter 1: Amusement is Served Best with Sadism...
***
"I pray Dilandau that you've read and understood the letter which I had just given you." said Folken, his voice ever smooth and relaxed. He glanced over at the young Guymelef pilot who was busy scratching his wine bottle. Dilandau caught his gaze and smiled as he scratched another line onto the glass bottle. "I don't understand Strategos... why would you want me to attend this stupid and utterly ridiculous banquet? My duty is to hunt down the dragon. Not dance with ditzy girls." he punctuated his sentence with using his dagger to whack the bottle onto the floor; where it rolled harmlessly to the corner - its contents spilling through the neck and pooling onto the floor. Folken ignored the gesture and took a small sip from his wine glass.
"Unless you want to improve our nation's relations with Basram and Ispania, I advise you attend it. The Emperor would not be too happy if you decide not to grace the banquet with your presence. You do know... of the consequences." he added. Dilandau snorted. He got up suddenly and headed for the door but stopped as he reached the entrance.
"Perhaps I will change my mind. But do note... I will only remain there unless accompanied by my Dragonslayers." he paused and then gave a sly smirk before continuing. "After all... a lonely Dilandau can be a very... dangerou Dilandau." with that, he left.
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