Author's Notes: First, let me just say this is my very first ever fanfic, I don't pretend I'm good at it, 'cause I'm not, neither will I pretend I have even the slightest idea where this fic is going. I'm kinda just writing whatever comes into my head O_o So any useful criticism is welcome, 'cause god knows I could do with it! Second... about this fic, it was going to be a gag story, but when I started to write it I kinda lost the plot...completely, so now it's not. For the record, it was going to be called Bad Hair Day (or somethin' like that). It was going to be predominantly about Dilandau getting his hair wet in the rain after a hard day's slaying, and going to bed without drying it, and the next day his hair is totally uncontrollable so he and the dragonslayers storm Allens' Leviship with the aim of stealing his industrial-strength hair spray. I still want to write it, but I'd prefer to do it in the form of a doujinshi rather than a fanfic...only I suck at script writing and directing, so if anyone is interested and wants to give me a hand, please e-mail me!!
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(Don't) Blame it on the Weather Man
Chapter 1: Are We Nearly There Yet?
The woolly haired DragonSlayer grated
his teeth in a combination of frustration and irritation, his eyebrows coming
down to form a deep "V" shape over his smoky emerald eyes. He could
feel their accusing glare on him, drilling into his back as he trudged up the
hill in silence, and it was beginning to get on his nerves.
No one had said a word since it had happened, and that only made it seem
worse ... Dilandau hadn't even looked at Guimel as he crawled out of the wreckage
that was once his beloved red Alsiedes, he'd only stalked on angrily ahead,
quiet and seething.
Guimel blinked to clear his thoughts. He realized he'd been staring at
his feet and raised his head up, squinting forwards towards the horizon. Dilandau
was still there, rather some distance ahead, but still there none the less.
He swallowed hard .... boy was he going to be in trouble when he got back to
the Vione. The thought was not a pleasant one, and he sought comfort in the
peaceful sounds of the countryside as he walked, listening for the birds singing,
or crickets, but if there were any birds out there then they weren't in any
mood for a sing-song, ~I Don't blame them really,~ he thought as he glowered
sourly up at the murky, fog ridden sky. ~I doubt I'd feel like singing in
this weather either~
Instead, another noise took his attention. Guimel could hear Shesta's
boots scuffing the dirt behind him; an irritating, nerve-jarring sound which
was making his hackles stand on end. Was he doing this just to annoy him? He
was!! Damn sure he was, little pillock! Well let him get his boots dirty if
that's what he wanted, it'd be him that got scolded by Dilandau when they got
back; either that or spend the next god-knows how long scrubbing to get the
dirt off. Guimel tried to find something else to focus on. Everything seemed
to be getting on his nerves ... and they where still staring at him!
There was almost an audible click as the very last of Guimels nerve broke in
two.
"It wasn't my fault!"
He snapped, spinning around on his heels to face them.
Silence.... just Shestas boots disturbed the quiet tension of the midday
as the rest of the slayers carried on walking past him.
...scuff Scuff Scuff
~They're ignoring me!~ he
thought with dismay. ~This isn't right. I don't deserve this!~
"Oh come on!" he whined "This isn't fair! It's not as if
I did it on purpose! I can't help the weather any more than you can so don't
go blaming the what happened on me! It wasn't my fault it was the mist...."
"Whatever." Dallet interrupted in a flat tone, dismissing Guimels excuses with a wave of his hand.
"Damnit Dalet! Stop being so cocky. You could have seen the cliff just as easily as me. You didn't have to go smashing into me like that, you could have stopped if you'd seen it! But you didn't, so stop blaming it on me!"
Dalet sniffed and looked away, his lips curled back into a slight snarl, but he didn't say anything.
"It was just 'cause I was infront," Guimel continued "Just ill fortune. Circumstance and nothing more. The truth is you're only in a bad mood because I was faster than you!"
"What?!"
The two stopped
dead in their tracks, rooted to the spot with an icy glare locking them together.
"You heard!" Guimel snarled back.
Dalets fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, and for a moment it looked as though Dalet might explode, but when he opened his mouth (no doubt to return some sort of smart-arse retort) nothing had the chance to come out because Gatty got there first.
"Shh! The pair of you!!" He hissed, his voice deathly quiet, dangerously low whisper, but that was what made it seem so very loud. " We're in enough trouble as it is without you two making it worse! If you want to fight then for pity's sakes do it later, I don't want to be dragged down with you when Dilandau gets hold of you!" He gestured up the hill "Do you want Him to hear you bickering ?!"
Guimel noted Dilandau was now quite some distance ahead of them.They were gonna have to speed up a bit ... he knew they were best to keep their distance right now, but there where limits ... shame he seemed to be so very bad at judging them.
"Are you listening?"
"Hmm?" Guimel
blinked. Gatty was right of course. He always was. No need to attract attention,
perhaps Dilandau's anger might have diffused a little by the time they got back.
Then again, probably not.
"..oh, yes"
"Good, then let's keep going before we loose him altogether" Gatty stated simply as he continued on up the hill. Dalet and Guimel exchanged final warning glances before following silently in his stead.
There was a deep, ominous rumble
in the distance. Guimel closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose
between his thumb and forefinger
~Now what? Thunder? Marvelous, could things possibly get any worse?!~
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-a few minutes later
Out of the corner of his eye,
Guimel saw Shesta raise a hand towards the sky and squint at it curiously.
"Gee," he muttered "You know, I think it's beginning to rain"