This is a really big expiriment. I'm not sure if this idea will fly for it's a tad cliché-ish and really has no plot as of yet but… I'm trying cause I have major writers block with my other stories and a new idea seems good. So read and review please.
Fire and Ice
Chapter one: Silver and Black
"I do not know if it is smart to talk about our position here…" the young soldier looked around nervously, taking a swig of his beer. The commander across from him gave a derisive laugh.
"You worry too much! The Zaibach army is miles from here!" He leaned forward. "And we know where they are. Tomorrow, we attack at noon. Understood soldier?" The commander continued to stare at him as he waved the waitress back over. "Another pint please."
"Yes sir." She gave short bow then walked away top fill their order. Only the bartender saw her smirk.
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He paced back and forth in the large chamber, his red and black leather uniform reflecting no light form the candles and fire lit in the room. Silver hair turned various shadows of orange and red and ruby eyes glinted dangerously. A sudden soft knock made his head snap towards the sound and his pacing stop.
"Enter."
A slim form—the girl from the bar—slipped into the room and fell on one knee. Her straight black hair fell around her shoulders, obscuring her silver eyes, which were fixed on the floor.
"Their base is located on the west side in a cove hidden from aerial view; they plan on attacking us at noon tomorrow, Dilandau-sama."
A wicked grin spread across the albino general's face. "Good… very good Cerise… Then we shall pay them a visit tonight instead of waiting for them tomorrow."
Cerise remained were she was. "As you wish sir."
Dilandau looked down at her, frowning slightly. "Go. Sleep. We have a long night ahead of us."
Cerise stood and bowed, then exited, aware of her commander's eyes following her all the way.
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"Cerise, you're back." Cerise gave a small smile to Gatti as she entered the Dragon Slayers bunk to reach her own secluded room.
"You look half dead…" Dalet commented, glancing up from where he lay sprawled.
"I'm tired…really tired…" She answered the longhaired Dragon Slayer and kept walking.
"When was the last time you ate anything?" Migel asked as she passed by his bunk.
"Two… three days ago…" she answered without thinking. All she wanted to do was sleep.
"That's not healthy Cerise…" Chesta piped up from where he sat playing cards.
"I know it's not healthy! I haven't had the time to eat and I'm tired and cranky so stop acting like my mother and let me sleep!" Silence reined after she had finished and they all stared at her. "Thank you… good night." With that, she turned on her heel and entered her own room, shutting the door behind her.
"Someone's got PMS…" Gimuel muttered. He gave a yelp of surprise as a pillow flew out of nowhere and hit him square in the face.
"I HEARD THAT!"
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"Wake up Cerise." Cerise only groaned and buried her face farther into her pillow. "Cerise, get up, it's dinner."
"I'm not hungry… go away."
"Aw… is our lil sister angwy?"
That did it. Cerise sat straight up and glared to Migel's smirking face.
"Go. To. Hell." She spit out.
"Aren't we already there?" Gatty stuck his head in to ask.
"No… this is purgatory…" Cerise rolled her eyes and the other two laughed. She shooed them out and slipped on her uniform; it was exactly like the other Slayers only a bit more form fitting. She yawned, plaiting her dark hair and stumbling out to follow the others to the mess hall.
She grabbed her food like all the others and sat down on one of the many benches besides the other Dragon Slayers.
She stared at her 'dinner' then spoke. "This—is not food."
Viole just snorted. "You're just spoiled."
"Spoiled? How am I spoiled?"
"Know anyone else that leaves the Vione every other week or so?"
"Folken-sama."
"He doesn't count."
"You're just jealous."
"In your dreams."
"Please Viole; any dreams that contain you guys are nightmares."
"Hey!"
Cerise smirked at their indignant faces, idly taking a bite of the so-called food.
"Dragon Slayers! Attention!" All sixteen slayers stood up straight at Dilandau's authoritative voice. "Get to your Guymeluf units. We have an attack to deal with!"
"Yes sir!" They all answered as one and began to file out towards the meluf bay. Cerise followed until someone gripped her arm. She turned to face Dilandau.
"Sir?"
"Change into whatever is comfortable for ground operations. We'll be leading a squadron that way." Cerise only nodded, trying to tear her eyes away from his ruby one's. He narrowed his eyes, then left, heading towards the bay. And Cerise could only stand there for a full minute, trying to figure out what had happened.
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"No matter what, whenever I need it to be dry, it rains." Cerise muttered from atop the arm of her commander's guymeluf. She peered out through her hood as rain dripped from it. "Son of a…"
"Anything?" Dilandau's irritated voice wafted up to her. Cerise winced, knowing he would not be pleased when they got back to the Vione.
"No sir—the rain is blocking everything… wait!" She stood up on the mecha's rain slicked arm and peered hard through the gloom. "To the east! I see metal. They're probably having to move their guymelufs out of the rising tide."
Dilandau chuckled inside his suit. "Good… Cerise! Back to the Vione. Your talents have served you well."
"Arigato Dilandau-sama." Cerise leaped from the arm to the ground and watched each of the other 15 guymelufs disappear. "Now… to get back to the Vione…"