Okay I don't why I wrote this! But I did it's really, really, really, stupid. But oh well. I thought it was kind of funny…I wrote like late at night…beware of lots and lots for spelling mistakes and stuff! But okay…
Gossip Between Dragonslayers!
The sun rose slowly. Streaming soft, bright rays through all of Zaibach. Dilandau was up early, trying to plan the best way to get Escaflowne. Migel was scared and shaking. He didn't feel good at all. He had to tell Dilandau so that he could dismiss him from training. No one has ever asked to be dismissed from training for a day because they were sick, let alone even ask for time off. He knocked on Dilandau's chamber door gently.
"Who is it?" Dilandau yelled.
"It's Migel sir."" He answered in a cracking voice. He heard a sigh and Dilandau opened the door.
"What do you want, Migel?" He asked annoyed. Still in his sleeping clothes. Migel looked down and replied softly "I don't feel good at all, I threw up this morning-" He couldn't say another word. He was to frightened.
"So you want to be dismissed from today's activities, huh?" He asked yawning.
"I-yes sir," Migel stuttered alittle, "if I could please…"
He lifted his face to look him in the eyes. He was glaring at Migel. That look scared him. Then he slapped a hand on his forehead. Migel was taken aback.
"I suppose Migel, you do have a temperature…go ahead."
He took his hand off my forehead. Migels mouth was wide open, his eyes huge. Dilandau went back in his chambers, closing the door Migels face. He stood there for a minute trying to figure out what just happened. 'He doesn't yell at us all the time, he does laugh with us…but…he's never …caring…' He thought. Migel shook his head a little and walked back to his room and fell asleep.
"Where's Migel?" Chesta asked as he pulled up a chair, turned it around and sat. Guimel, Dalet, Viole, and Gatti looked up.
"I hear he's sick in bed." Dalet answered with a smirk.
"Yeah, I was up early this morning and saw him knock on Lord Dilandau's door. I decided to see what was going on and hid" Guimel said, "and guess what I saw." He paused waiting for a reply but didn't get one so went on. "Dilandau putting his hand on Migels forehead and feeling for a temperature!" Guimel and the guys burst out laughing.