Disclaimer:
- Good me: You don't own Escaflowne or Ryuugekitai or Dilandau…
- Bad me: No! Sunrise trixt us! My precioussssssssss…
- Good me: But Sunrise loves us, they look after us….
- Bad me: They have our preciousssssss….Dolum, Dolum…
- Good me: No, no, no…Go away…Yes! We'll let Dilandau decide…he,he…
Really, I don't own them, snif, snif…
Power over power
''The same old routine every day…'' Gatti thought as his footsteps banged on the steel floor of Vione's corridors. ''No action in weeks…Just old, dull drills…WHAT THE HELL?!'' His mind suddenly screamed when he saw Dalet dragging himself down the hall obviously drained from another party he sneaked out to last night, Shesta following him in a slightly better state.
- Shesta! Dalet! He yelled
''Mr. joykiller, again! Shit…'' Shesta thought. ''What kind of lithany are we going to get this time?'' Dalet wondered.
- Are you two completely out of your mind?! Gatti raged
- C'mon, Gatti! We were going to invite you too, but you looked kinda busy so…
- Enough of your sarcasm, Shesta! I'm deadly serious! What if Dilandau-sama walked up?
- Chill out, G-kun! Dalet threw his arm around Gatti's neck casually. Being so nervous isn't healthy, anyways, he probably wouldn't even notice…
- Sure, if he lost eye-sight during the night! Gatti panicked again, removing Dalet's arm.
- I'll tell you what, we'll get ready for the morning drills and you'll keep this our little secret, all right? Shesta offered. He always knew how to calm the second.
- All right. But you know going out is forbidden this month, so…
- DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN! Dalet and Shesta finished and continued down the hall.
''They must take me for quite a fool. Damn, maybe they're right. I just HAD to be the second in command. Not that I don't like it, I'd still die for the position. It's just that feeling of pressure, threat hanging over me all the time. Constant fear of loosing everything I've worked for. Loosing Dilandau-sama's trust, that's what I fear the most. Being ''unperfect'' for him. At first, we all respected him, as anyone would, I guess out of fear…But, later…It became like an obsession, desire to be perfect for him, to die for him and him only. No Empire. No Emperor. Just Dilandau-sama. That's what makes us all the same, althought we're all very different as persons. Shesta and Miguel are terribly immature. They rush out to fight because of the fight itself, not even thinking of it, just enjoying the ride while it lasts…Dalet is one of those persons you'd describe as easy-going. I'd say he's a fluid. You know what I mean. Peaceful and calm until taken to the fight. That's when he becomes like a stormy sea or oil on fire or something like that. And then, there's Guimel. Quite a puzzle. Well raised, rich, gentleman, adored by women, admired by men, yet a ''personal person'' as I call him. He doesn't talk much, but he's surprisingly gentle considering he's a cold-blooded professional killer like all of us. And Viole. Our little boy. He's just like a baby, naive and untainted by filthy world outside, far from the discipline the military offers. I have a feeling he's never been ''in the middle'', always extreme in all his feelings. It's black, or it's white, no layers… I'd die for them, I sware…Each one…No hesistation…We're like this machine that functions perfect together, like the mosaic…Or the diamonds in a necklace. And He's the one that made us fit in it, the one that took us unbrushed, unpolished, and made us shine…Made everyone respect us, shake when they see our uniforms and bend their heads if they accidentally meet our gaze. We have the absolute power over the common mortals, in Zaibach and everywhere we put our feet on. It was fun at first, being able to walk down the city picking up any woman we wanted, taking whatever our hearts desired…Then it became just another routine…Sariku…I think that was the name. She was the first woman ever to say no to a Ryuugekitai, to me. I remember slapping that little bitch. Shesta's eyes almost fell out. That's when they started taking me serious… And I was drunk, or something…I arranged the punishment for that outrage. Physical work on Vione and mining for her family… The first punishment I ever wrote… She kept me amused for a few months. Then, I got boring as usual…Now, she's so drained nobody would want to touch her, anyways…''
- Gatti-san! Viole's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
- What is it? He asked patiently.
- Dilandau-sama is in the hangar, looking for you.
- Shit! I'm late! Gatti ran towards the hangar, almost barging through the door and instantly dropping to his knee.
- So, you've decided to make an appearence, Gatti? He heard the voice of his commander, who watched outside the window, not turnig his face towards him.
- Hai, Dilandau-sama! Forgive me, Sir! ''Please, just slap me! Not the fist!''
His thoughts weren't granted. The fist flew towards his face, red glove making contact with the skin of his cheek, the force of the impact penetrating to his cheekbone. His head tilted to the left, instantly returning to her position, while the two lines of white teeth crashed against each-other, transforming the power to a feeling, pain so familliar to his nervs. Dilandau smirked. He loved that feeling of absolute power. Too bad it lasted so short. It would always abandon him and return him to that passivness of reality.
- You are forgiven, my Gatti.
I'm thinking about making this longer fic, with more Slayers involved. It'll probably be based on their thoughts or emotions. I'm opened for every suggestion coming from Dilandau and Ryuugekitai fan or whoever has an idea to improve my writing….