Hey, all!
So, mah first Legend of Dragoon fanfiction, yo. :3 andit'saromanceomgwhut Not to mention the first of this pairing, I think. Yeah, Kanzas and Damia. xD Weird pairing, yes, but that's really all you can expect from me (ask those who know my writing).
So, I'm guessing you want to know what spawned this little thing, yes? Well, I was replaying Legend of Dragoon (finally got my second disc to obey me and not freeze after I beat Lenus for the second time. Obey me, I say! xD), and I was like, on the fourth disc of disc-ness, yo. Going back to all the little places and gathering my Stardust like a good little videogamer-idiot thing so that I can try to verse Faust and all that jazz, and of course, doing the wonderfulness of the Fallen Dragoon Quest. AND THE STORY GETS BETTER! After I battled Kanzas (gawsh, he was a pain in the rear to verse. ;.; He killed Albert, like, a mamillion times in a row. D: ), I went and versed Damia. Now, Damia and Kanzas have to be two of my favorite "original" dragoons (though I love them all gewd), due to the fact that they are both so interesting in terms of background and personality (which is why I want SCEI to make a sort of prequel where you can play as the original dragoons). And then my little pea-brain was all "omg, fanfiction-time, y0?" Now, even though Kanzas hates, like, EVERYBODY, I kinda thought of what would happen IF he fell in loooove. :0 'Sides, we never really get to see him interact with any of the others anyway ('cept for Rosie, but whatever), so I'm not technically defying the laws of physics. Dx So I obeyed the pea-brain, and now I'm here. :D
Sooooo, this author note thing is probably pushing your buttons, so I'll get on with the show. ;.; I don't own Legend of Dragoon. That is the brain-child of SCEI. I wish I owned Lavitz, though. xD (okay, no more Lavitz fangirling for me. D: ) I own the story, though, just because I'm cool like that. And I own myself. … I hope. D: I don't think I'm copyrighted material… xD So yeah, I'm not making any money off of this, nor am I trying to steal Legend of Dragoon. So stop watching my house, lawyers. I'm not THAT interesting. xD
Warnings? But of course! It contains a spoiler that is, like, mega-big in terms of plot-ness. D: Like, I mean HUGE spoiler for those who have not made it to the fourth disc. You've been warned. D:
Now, let's kick this thing into high gear, boys and girls:0 Full-throttle, baby! (/retard)
-Sugar in my System-
-Prolouge-
(Damia's Point of View)
Everyone has their anxious moments, and I suppose us Dragoons are no exception.
Myself? I'm probably the one who would appear to have this emotion drilling itself into me until I have a one large hole in my body that nothing could heal. But… sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not, you know? Sometimes, I think that Rose would be the one to be stressed out the most… considering that she and Zieg are supposed to get married after this war is over. And other times, I think that the feeling is mutual, that it has spread to all of us.
I've grown to understand my comrades during my time here at Vellweb, as they've grown to understand me. They say I'm like a mind reader- that I know when people are feeling down in the dumps, you know?
The only one who I don't understand is Kanzas… He hasn't been talking to any of us lately (not that he has ever been really social), and we, or at least I, never really learned why he joined the Dragon Campaign. I asked Shirley, since Kanzas respects her more than any of us, and she told me, "Though he is bloodthirsty and seems a bit heartless at times, he is strong and good with strategies. After the Violet Dragoon Spirit chose him, Diaz and I watched him for a while. Eventually, Diaz recruited him." I asked him some months ago, and all he said was that he didn't have anything left to lose.
Maybe none of us do anymore…
x
Bearing these thoughts in mind, Damia walked out of her tower, heading to Kanzas'. The sun was beginning to set in the west, leaving an orange, pink and yellow sky in its wake. Shadows of Vellweb played and danced on all objects within their reach, including Damia. She was wearing some of the human clothing she had received from her father before he died: a clean, light blue robe made of thin, cotton-like material with sleeves that went half way down her upper arms and and small, dark gray shoes made of leather. Her green hair was tied back in a bun with a white ribbon, pointed ears covered in sky blue scales jutting out from the soft locks of hair. The shadows of the surrounding buildings made her hair appear to be more of a forest green, rather than its normal sea green, and the blue scales appeared darker, and refused to reflect the sun light like they normally did.
She held her hands behind her back, looking almost childish, but with an expression that was unexplainable. Serious, sad, absent-minded, intrigued- all of these expressions, and then some, were showcased on her slightly-tanned face. Her heart was beating fast; Kanzas scared her, but… something about him, something practically dangerous and safe at the same time, made her feel okay. She felt that something was wrong with him- something had to have made him the violent, impatient, anti-social person he was today, and that she could help him, somehow.
x
'Kanzas' tower…'
Something about it was intimidating to Damia. Maybe it was just because Kanzas himself was so intimidating, and… somehow it affected the things around him, as silly as it sounded.
Damia started up the few flights of stairs, humming a tune to herself. She looked at the sky, noticing that it had gotten darker quite quickly, not to mention much colder. She continued to walk, though at a little bit of a quicker pace.
Once at the top of the stairs, Damia hesitated. Kanzas never liked her, just like all the other Dragoons. Whenever he talked to her, he sounded angry, and he always looked that way, too. Ignoring her fears of the Violet Dragoon, she knocked on the door, receiving a gruff and annoyed "come in" from the other side of it.
Slowly and cautiously, she opened the wooden door, and was greeted with the sight of all of Kanzas' dolls- dolls of the people he had killed. They seemed to glare at her from their places on the shelves, and looked positively demonic with the light coming from the fireplace in the back of the room. She looked around the dark room nervously. Damia always hated the sight of these dolls. In fact, they made everybody sick, save for Kanzas himself.
"They're just dolls. They're dead. They won't- can't- hurt you, or anyone else." Damia turned her head to Kanzas, who was sitting in the back of his room, staring out his window, looking as morbid as ever. She walked over to her comrade, and was "welcomed" with a glare coming from his threatening brown eyes.
"Is there some reason you're here?" he asked, annoyed. Damia noticed he had become slightly more tolerable of her. When she had first arrived, Kanzas taunted her because of her heritage and called her weak. Now, he just barely said anything.
"Not really…" She said nervously, sitting by Kanzas, and looked out the window. "What are you looking at?"
"See that floating fort over the Snow Fields and near Kashua Glacier?" He asked glumly, pointing out the large building in the sky with one of his bony, tanned fingers. "It's the Tower of Flanvel. It's one of those damned Winglies' most dangerous fortresses, controlled by Melbu Frahma's right-hand man, Faust. Ugh… I can't stand the sight of it…"
His last statement confused Damia. She recognized the name of the fort, and Faust as well. Emperor Diaz had brought up both matters in several meetings.
"If you hate it so much, why are you looking at it?" she said, almost afraid of what Kanzas' response would be. To her surprise (and relief), he remained calm, though the annoyed tone of his voice remained.
Kanzas sighed, wondering why she asked so many questions. "Once the Winglies let their guard down, we're going to shoot that thing down. I'm watching for that opportunity. That, and I am going to be the one to bring Flanvel to the ground with the final blow." He smirked slightly at the tower. It had several Virages surrounding it, along with a magical field. Flanvel itself had a swirl shape, like that of a shell, which could've only been made with magic. Human tools would never be able to create such a structure. Damia wondered why Winglies chose to place most of their forts in such cold places.
Kanzas was over-confident, as usual. Despite the fact that he had calmed down a lot since he arrived at Vellweb, he was still cocky, impatient, and wanted to prove he was better than the others.
An awkward silence hung in the air, save for the sound of the wind passing by. The sky soon grew pitch-black, and stars hung in the sky like little lanterns on black houses. Through that time, Kanzas did not once tell Damia to go away, which would've been typical of him anyway, if he had. In fact, he found himself enjoying the rare company, though he wouldn't bring himself to admit it. He kept on staring out the window, as if in a trance.
Damia had curled herself up into a slight ball, holding her knees to her chest. Though the days at Vellweb were quite warm, the nights were practically freezing. She was tired, but she was comfortable and wanted to stay.
Suddenly, the silence was broken.
"So, you still don't know why you came to see me?" asked Kanzas. He no longer sounded annoyed. His voice was more along the lines of curious. His dull, gloomy eyes, even though he was speaking, never left the Tower of Flanvel. "I'm surprised you worked up the courage." A slight shadow of a smile formed on his face, and then disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Well…" Damia turned herself to face her comrade, still hugging her legs. "The way I see it, you could use a little company once in a while. You always seem so alone."
"You could say I like it that way," was Kanzas' reply.
"Well, even if that's the truth, everyone could use a friend once in a while." She grinned at him, receiving that short-lived smile again. "Even you. When I first arrived here at Vellweb, we started out on really bad terms, and you really scared me. But, as I got to know a little bit more about you, I figured that you and I are sorta in the same boat."
"In the same boat…?" Kanzas faced her now, deciding to hear her out. Even though he was never particularly fond of the young Dragoon, and even hated her when she first arrived, she had knowledge beyond her years and was probably the first person who acted truly kind towards him.
"What I mean is, I feel we're similar in a way. Ya see, we're both kind of alone, and might've joined this war with the same reason- we both had nothing left to lose."
He wouldn't tell her this, but she hit the bull's-eye… and it stung. He turned away; he didn't want to face that kind of feeling. Kanzas hated emotions anyway.
Damia took this as a sign of some sort of rejection, and it worried her. "I'm sorry, Kanzas, did I say something wrong…?" She leaned closer to him, trying to read his emotions (though it was pretty much impossible).
"Don't worry about it."
"Eh… I guess I was correct…" said Damia, feeling slightly guilty.
'Damia, why do you have to be right all the time…?'
"I thought I told you not to worry about it." Kanzas said with a slight glare.
"I'm sorry, Kanzas," she said, looking at him with a small smile. Yawning, she got up. "Well, I should probably get going and get some sleep. We have a meeting at Fort Magrad tomorrow."
Sighing, Kanzas got up as well, looking a bit peeved. "I'll walk you to your tower," he said a bit harshly (though the voice was Kanzas', that line made him sound quite out of character). Damia looked shocked, and taken back by this. "… It's dark, and we don't need one of our Dragoons getting in a fight with a Wingly this late at night."
Again, though he wouldn't let himself know it… he had enjoyed her company, and maybe even wanted her to stay a bit longer. This was the first time he had ever felt like he had a sort of friend.
"Suit yourself, Kanzas!" she said happily, putting her hands behind her head in a laidback manner, twisting the sea green locks of hair that had fallen out of her bun around her slender fingers.
They headed out of the tower, not saying anything to each other. Kanzas being angry at himself for doing this, and Damia wondering what had made him change so much. Even just a week ago, Kanzas would've never have done this, and even now it was sort of unthinkable, no matter how real it was.
x
(Shirley's Point of View)
Despite the major changes that Kanzas has made (for whatever reason he may have), I would've never imagined such a violent, anti-social, short-tempered person as Kanzas walking a bubbly, sweet, kind person as Damia to her tower, let alone be near her without being angry.
As I watched the two from my window, something dawned on me. Call me crazy, but something inside of me told me that Damia was the reason Kanzas had calmed down so much. He was a completely different person, and I realized it had all started 3 months after Damia was recruited and started living in Vellweb. After those 3 months, Kanzas started to become more tolerable of not only Damia, but all the other Dragoons as well. He was able to keep cool in battle, and he did not get angry when someone made a mistake. He had stated spending a bit more time around the Blue Sea Dragoon, which led me to wonder many things, such as what was going on in his head.
I didn't tell the others my... theory for a little while, but rather observed the two when they interacted. A few times, I saw Kanzas give a weak, maybe almost sad, smile while Damia was around. He only smiled while no one was looking, though. It was typical of him, putting on that tough-guy mask.
Little did I know, Damia had not only changed him, but maybe proved to him that he was not alone in this war.
-End of Prolouge-
Bring out the retarded-ness! D:
Mmyup, this chappie was like stupidity to the maximum. Andreallyrushed,too.xD Maybe it's because I'm getting over a severe case of writers' block… / Who knows- this might just get better:D
I'll keep on updating this, though, just because I can.
Sooooo, like it? Love it? Don't have an opinion? Hate it? Wish I had never been introduced to Fanfiction dot net? xD GIMME J00R OPINIONS KTHXBAI. (no flames, though. Flames me no likie. D: )
-Written almost entirely while listening to "You Spin Me Right Round".
(You spin me right round, baby right round. Like a record, baby, rightround round round. xD)
-Ripper-Roo