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A/N: Ok, the verdict is in, and it's fluff, fluff and more fluff. But lets twist it up shall we. Thanks yous go to once again Raekitty 13 and Macky. Lol love the reviews. Keep em coming guys. Ok so anyways if I don't put a translation right after the Dutch, don't panic. Just keep reading. You will get your translation, and one last thing, Aerial is pronounced (Air-ē-el). For those of you who don't realize it, if a letter has a line over it, it's long.

I woke up in a wagon filled with hay, my whole body stiff as hell, and I felt like I was going to be sick again. Half of the crew from Allen's ship was in the wagon with me. The only ones that I knew who were missing were Allen himself, Van, the girl with the school uniform, and the cat girl.

I lifted my head up to look around. It was still dark out. I saw Van's giant robot walking behind us with the cat girl and that other girl on its shoulders. There was another, slimmer more girl like robot walking beside Van's. I assumed that was Allen.

We ended up in a seaside city. The streets were packed with people, all who stopped to stare at us as we passed, and shops, both outside venders and stores. Canals ran in and out of it, bringing in fresh water from the mountains in the distance, and letting the dirty water flow into the sea. Hadn't these people ever heard of sanitation? Guess not.

In a more secluded section of the city, surrounded by none other than a mote and high walls was the city castle. Some lady greeted us in the courtyard; I think her name was Millerna. She had short blonde hair, and was dressed in the ugliest pink dress I had ever seen.

With in minutes of our arrival, we were ushered into a gigantic room filled with people all dressed in the finest clothes money could buy. At the far end of the hall sat a fat man with a mustache in a high backed chair. This I assumed was the king. We walked up the red carpet and bowed to him.

"Koning Ashton, (King Ashton,)" announced Millerna, "Mag ik Prins Van van de Ridder van Fanelia en van Allen Schezar van Caeli voorstellen (May I present Prince Van of Fanelia and Allen Schezar Knight of Caeli.)

The king looked furious. "U durft om deze misdadigers voor me te brengen! (You dare to bring these criminals before me!)"

"Welke misdaden zij vader hebben begaan? (What crimes have they committed father?)" Millerna was struggling to keep her voice even, not the crying type of uneven; it sounded more like the shouting type.

"Waarom u hen niet vraagt (Why don't you ask them?)" The king made a gesture with his hand and every ones head turned to see what he was talking about. "Mag ik Lord Folken en Lord Dilandau van Zaibach introduceren. (May I introduce Lord Folken and Lord Dilandau of Zaibach.) And sure enough strolling up the isle with a smug look on his face was Dilandau and another guy who I guess was Folken. I think I'd heard that word more than once in his presence.

Folken walked up right beside Allen and bowed to the king. Dilandau on the other hand walked right up to me, and before I knew what was what his arm was around me and his lips were on my mouth. I felt something pointy through his sleeves on my waist. It would be just like him I thought to have a knife or some other sort of weapon up there.

My fear kept me from smacking him as the kiss progressed from a simple quickie to something more drawn out. He pulled me closer to his body and I could feel the knife's blade even more. It was starting to jab into my side, a warning, behave.

After what seemed like forever he finally released my lips, but still kept his arm around my waist. His free hand stocked my hair. What the fucking hell? I don't think I'd ever wanted to hurl more than I did at that very moment. The thought of Dilandau kissing me was gross enough, but him actually doing it. That's disgusting!

"Droevig (Sorry,)" he said so everyone in the hall could hear. "Ik kan niet enkel soms helpen wanneer ik rond mijn fiancé ben. (I just can't help myself sometimes when I'm around my fiancé.)" He did the one thing I thought was impossible, pulled me even closer to him and planted another ten, twenty seconds, a minute, eternity, kiss on me. I so wanted to hurl. I could feel his tongue and teeth against my teeth. He was so asking for it. One long kiss is one thing; kill him the most painful way you can find ASAP. But after that last one, he was so going to die the moment we step out of this place with the most painful thing I could grab all with in the allotted time period of two milliseconds.

I shot a look over to the others I had arrived here with. Allen, the girl with the schoolgirl uniform, and the cat girl all looked shocked beyond belief. I'm sure if the crew from the ship had been in the hall with us, they would of looked the exact same way. Van on the other hand, had the worst look of outrage on his face that I'd ever seen. He was shooting Folken dirty looks all the while.

"Wij wisten niet dat zij Dilandau fiancé was. De bestelwagen bracht haar terug naar het schip. Wij hadden geen idée. (We didn't know that she was Dilandau's fiancé. Van brought her back to the ship. We had no idea,)" said Allen.

"Ja, (Yes,)" agreed Van.

"Ben dat aangezien het kan, (Be that as it may,)" said the king, "de misdaad is nog begaan en gemoeten worden hersteld voor. (The crime has still been committed and must be atoned for.)" His voice seemed to fill the whole room.

"Ja, (Yes,)" Dilandau had that crazy look back in his eyes. "Maak hen voor het weghalen van mijn geliefde Sashimi betalen. Maak tot hen loon (Make them pay for taking away my beloved Sashimi. Make them pay…)"

"Genoeg Dilandau, (Enough Dilandau,)" interrupted Folken, his voice cutting across Dilandau's like a sword cutting through cheese. "De sashimi is teruggekeerd unharmed door de blikken van het. Er is geen reden om deze tragedie verder te slepen uit. (Sashimi has been returned unharmed by the looks of it. There is no reason to drag this tragedy out any further.)" He gave Van a cold hard smile. "Het was een eerlijke fout die van gebeurd aan iedereen kon. (It was an honest mistake that could of happened to anyone.)"
"Ja, ja, (Yes, yes,)" chimed the king. "De sashimi is teruggekeerde unharmed geweest. Een partij die ik heb zien om Lord Dilandau en het geluk van de Sashimi vieren. Ik zal meisjes hebben onze geëerde gastenruimten op de nacht voorbereiden. (Sashimi has been returned unharmed. A party I say to celebrate Lord Dilandau and Sashimi's happiness. I will have maids prepare our honored guests rooms for the night.)"

Dilandau's smiled wavered a bit. "Uw Lord is te vriendelijk (Your lordship is too kind.)"

I starred at the tall oak doors that stood in front of me. My stomach was in knots as they slowly creaked open, and Dilandau and I walked into the room arm in arm like a bride being led down the aisle. All eyes were on us.

I felt like a freak. The castle maids had washed and dressed me in a long white dress with pink lace around the low collared neck, and the worst part about it was that I had no chest what so ever to fill out the top. Thankfully though, I had so much make up on that no one would be able to see my cheeks burning deep red at the thought.

We took our seats toward the head of the table right next to the king as the first course of dinner was served. A vile looking green soup, why couldn't these people ever be normal and just serve salads? Picking up my spoon I started to eat, trying not to grimace with each sip. That soup, or biological waste, made dirt look good. I took a sip of the ruby colored liquid in the silver glass in front of me. The liquid tasted like wine. It was really good. I could only imagine what my dad would say if he knew I was drinking. Not wanting to disappoint him, I very discreetly spit the wine I had in my mouth back into the glass, and made my self-promise not to drink it.

The soup was taken away and the next course was served a big lump of meat that looked strangely like a brain. All through out the rest of the dinner I tried to catch Allen or Van's eye. To silently plead for them to help me, but neither of them even sparred a glance in my directions. They both looked incredibly irritated, like they would rather be anywhere else but here, and I had to agree on that one.

After dinner, it was time to dance. The band consisted of an assortment of flutes, violins, harps, and many other instruments that I didn't know the names of. Dilandau was like a prep with a new Prada handbag. He kept by his side all night, arm around my waist, knife up his sleeve.

I was like an ornament hung to him, while he made small talk with what seemed like everyone in the room. I tried to stand there and be good, trying to think about anything else besides my proximity to him, trying to think clean thought, but it just wasn't happening. I just couldn't keep my mind clean as Dilandau leaned in and kissed my cheek, the neck, and eventually the lips, again and again.

Trying not to grimace at the touch of his lips, I let my eyes sweep the room for what had to be the millionth time that night. I had long ago determined that Van and Allen weren't at the party, but I still hoped beyond all hope that one of them would rescuer me from this personal hell.

I felt the arm around my waist slipping off, and then he was gone, Dilandau just walked off with some blonde with big boobs. I had obviously just missed a very important conversation.

Suddenly I found myself standing all alone in a very big room surrounded by people I didn't know. Without even thinking I made my way back to my room. I wanted out of this dress. I remembered the maids had left my clothes folded on the bed, but when I got back to the room they were gone. The bed was empty.

Ok fucking hell skew it. I didn't want my stupid clothes, I wanted out of this place, away from this world.

The night air bit at my arms and legs through my flimsy dress as I walked barefoot down the empty street that ran parallel to one of the canals. I had ditched my shoes back in my room cause stairs and high heals just don't mix. I was hoping that the canal would lead me out of the city.

Making my way through the city, I tried not to think about the ever-enclosing darkness around me. For some reason being out side alone at night had always freaked me out. "I wonder. I wanted you to stay. Cause I needed, I need to hear you say. I love you. I loved you all along, and I forgive you. I've been away for far too long. So keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore. Keep breathing." I started to sing. It seemed like forever since I had had a good song stuck in my head, even if I didn't know all the words. "Life styles of the rich and the famous. They're always complaining, always complaining. If money is such a problem, got so many problems think I can solve them. Life styles of the rich and famous we'll take the clothes cars cash and homes just stop complaining!" Music was really good for the soul.

"U durft toont uw gezicht na wat u deed! (You dare show your face after what you did!)" Came an angry voice. "U en Dilandua bent perfect voor elkaar. Ik hoop u beide matrijs een harde koude…! (You and Dilandua are perfect for each other. I hope you both die a cold hard…!)"

"Merle," came another voice cutting across the first. "Dat is genoeg. (That's enough.)

"Maar Lord Van! (But Lord Van!)" Complained the cat girl, "Ij is de vijand. Gelieve te laten enkel me bij haar. Geef me twee minuten en zij zal niet zo goed voor haar huwelijk kijken. (She's the enemy. Please just let me at her. Give me two minutes and she won't look so good for her wedding.)"

She gave me a cold hard look, and her fur puffed up. "Ja spreek ik aan u. Het is mensen als u die me ziek maken. U die weinig wijfje liggen. Het is tijd om mijn klauwen te scherpen. (Yeah I'm talking to you. It's people like you that make me sick. You lying little bitch. It's time to sharpen my claws.)"

"(No,)" Van took a deep breath. "Zij zou een leugenaar kunnen zijn die om het even wat niet beter dan aan slaap met ratten verdient, maar wij hebben een verplichting met Asturia voor binnen het nemen van gebruik om haar terug naar het kasteel te brengen. (She might be a liar who doesn't deserve anything better than to sleep with rats, but we have an obligation with Asturia for taking use in to bring her back to the castle.)"

Van grabbed my arm and started to lead me back the way I had come. "No," I screamed, yanking my arm away. "I'm going home." I had tears welling up in my eyes again. Why did I always cry? I shoved my finger in the air and pointed at Earth. "I'm going home, and I don't care if I die trying. I'm not staying in this fucking place a minute longer!" I turned started to stomp off muttering curses under my breath, my cheeks wet with tears. God I was sick of crying at every single little thing.

I heard the cat girl mutter something before Van grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. He was staring me right in the face. My stupid wet face. "Mijn naam is Van," he said in a slow voice as if he was speaking to a child. "Mijn naam is Van," he repeated pointing to himself. "Uw naam is…" He pointed to me.

I started to shake, trying to break his grasp. I didn't care. I already knew what his name was. "I don't care! I already know you're name's Van!" Something in my head clicked. I stopped moving and stood still meeting his gaze.

"Mijn naam is Van, uw naam is," he repeated pointing to each us in turn.

"Oh, naam is name." I thought out loud. "And you want to know what my name is. Um my name's Aerial" Realizing he couldn't understand me I quickly tried to translate. "Um mijn naam is Aerial."

"Uw naam is niet Sashimi?"

"Niet?" I asked. Van shook his head no. My name is no Sashimi. What the heck? Shouldn't it have been my name wasn't Sashimi? That was assuming that Sashimi was even a name. "Um no," I answered shaking my head.

He gave me a hard look as if daring me to lie to him. "Merle," he said turning his head to face her. "Ga aan het kasteel terug en houd hen bezig terwijl ik om aan de bodem van dit probeer te krijgen. Ik zal achter u daar zo spoedig mogelijk ontmoeten. (Go back to the castle and keep them busy while I try to get to the bottom of this. I'll meet you back there as soon as possible.)"

Merle nodded, turned on her heels and headed back toward the castle. Van grabbed my arm again and started guiding me somewhere. I half considered not going with him voluntarily, but then again what did I have to lose, unless of course he turned out to be some sort of rapist/murder. But my lesser judgment got the best of me and I went without a fight, wondering what was going to happen.

I mean what could happen I was only alone….in an unfamiliar city…at night…by myself…with some guy I didn't really know. What was the worst that could happen right?

A/N: Sorry took me so long to write this one. It was a little harder than I thought. This is the cleaner version. Yes I have a mind in the gutter. KK, questions. Raise your hands and tell me if I'm putting to much Van saves Aerial crap in here will you, pretty please with a cherry one top. Oh and for the next chapter I'm going to leave out the translations because I want you to kind of get a feel of what it's really like to be Aerial. But don't worry you will still be able to understand what they are saying…kinda. It'll more be like what she thinks they are saying. So don't forget to review and answer my question! I need to know!!!