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Sorry about the lack of updates, School has been insane, being it Diploma season and all. I shouldn't have even did this chapter. My Chemistry mark just went down the shitter.
Anyway, go check out the fanart site, and expect and update very very soon. All this half nekid Dilandau has inspired me something awful. I even drew him in a towel.
But anyway, on with the show!!
By the way, the content of the story is progressing (or regressing, however you want to look at it) to something of a more higher-rated nature. Including but not limited to: Non-consentual sex, swearing, and more adult- themed hullaballo. You've been warmed. (And if you're anything like me, you've just been bought, too. ^_^)
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Chapter Eleven: The Chemicals Between Us
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Weeks passed. Or, in other words, pressure considered to grow outside Zaibach. Dilandau had just several days before encountered an incognito Escaflowne in Pallas, apparently rescuing that no-name from the Mystic Moon. Why, Ava thought to herself, Is Fanel going after Allen Shezar's booty?
Training sessions continued as normal, or even harder, as Dilandau was intent on getting swordsmanship up to par for the growing feud between Fanel and his lackeys and Zaibach.
The Dragonslayers stood around a large mat, watching two figures engaged in a sparring match. Ava wiped the sweat off her brow, careful not to lower her sword or take her eyes off Ryoun. He stood, tensile and ready to pounce, his eyes flashing and the corners of his mouth turned up in a malicious grin.
She hated everything about him. The way he turned every simple training exercises into a competition. The way he was so cocky about it. And worst of all, the way he was beating her now.
He parried forward suddenly, almost too quickly for Ava to deflect, but she did in a knick of time. She didn't have time to counter as he attacked again and again, gaining more ground on her than she was on him. An increasingly tired Ava ground her teeth together, and with new resolved, made a well-placed jab of her own, growling out as she did so. She was only inches from his stomach, so close to winning, when he deflected her blow at the last instant. Argh.
He wrinkled his nose in smug pride. "Just give up now. Who knows what sexual favors you or your bastard father performed to get into the Dragonslayers, but it takes TALENT to pull the job off."
Red-hot anger filled her head, and Ava lunged again, swearing at him. Suddenly, her sword was ripped from her grasp and clanged to the floor ten feet away. It was over. And she had lost. The worst part was, that she had lost to the very person she would have given anything to beat.
She stared at her empty hands for a moment, panting more so in anger and defeat than in exhaustion. Suddenly a low voice was in her ear.
"Well, maybe next time I'll let you win to impress Dilandau if you make it worth my while." She felt his hand brush down to her ass, and grip it firmly. She yelled out and yanked herself away from him as if she had been burnt. Spinning around angrily, she brought her foot up to Ryoun's groin. Forcefully. All the Dragonslayers cringed aloud audibly, but Ryoun made no noise, instead sinking to his knees, growing bright red in the face and clutching his wounded pride.
Their eyes were locked like that, flashing angrily, Ryoun gasping and Ava huffing for air. Nobody said anything for a moment, and suddenly a strong voice cut through the tense air like a knife.
"Ava. Go change, you're finished." She looked up, it was Dilandau, and he didn't look impressed. She regarded him for a moment too long. "GO!" he yelled. Ava spun angrily, speeding through the wall of Dragonslayers that sidestepped out of her way, grabbing her sword as she went, and slamming the door behind her. Dilandau waited until she was gone before he continued. Striding over to Ryoun, who was still crouched on the mat, he grabbed the collar of his armor and brought his face within inches of his own and spoke dangerously low:
"If you EVER pull a stunt like that again, you'll find your way back to the streets of Freid so fast you won't know what to make of it. If I don't kill you for insubordination first."
Ryoun swallowed slowly as Dilandau released him, and looked down to the mats for the first time. Yes, sir. It won't happen again.
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A few days passed.
Ava flew into the deserted hangar after the night patrol shift in her Guymelef. Typically the routine was to go out in pairs, and Miguel had headed in a few minutes before her. She landed in her designated spot and clambered out of the cockpit, looking out into the darkened night sky. Walking up to the edge of the platform, she gazed out at the miles of darkened hills lit by a brilliant night sky full of stars. It must be late, she thought tiredly while strolling lazily towards the control room. It was mandatory that all those on patrol sign in and out at the beginning and end of a shift to maintain records of tactics.
Ava threw open the door to the small, windowless room, to be met with darkness. Odd, she thought. Corey usually waits for me to sign out before he leaves. I thought it was procedure. Ava shrugged inwardly. He must be out for a nightcap, she thought.
A sudden rustle pulled her thoughts away. It was coming from a shadowed corner of the room, behind a switchboard protruding in the center of the room. Ava frowned. Rats? She stepped back a couple of paces to look, but kept her distance. Fortunately, the open door cast a strip of light, and she followed it around, but only to find something she hadn't meant to find. The fleshy back of a woman came into view, and she was blocking the light of someone before. Ava narrowed her eyes. The naked female back of someone wearing a scullery maid hat. She blinked, and felt her face grow immediately red-hot. The other person was Dilandau, and from what Ava could see, he wasn't wearing much either.
She tried not to drop the logbook in shock, turned away and shut her eyes with a cringe. Immediately she realized her mistake and instead plastered on a look of indifference. She just raised her eyebrow to Dilandau, whose mouth corner was turned up in a coy half-grin, and said, "Don't forget to lock the door on your way out. Sir."
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Ava was walking down the corridor. She was on her way to the cafeteria; she hadn't eaten all day, and was ravenous enough to get something from the gross cafeteria after her tiring night shift. She hurried down the deserted hallway, barely noting where she was. Suddenly, she was yanked into a dark side corridor and shoved, face first, against the rough wall.
Ava gasped with pain as her face struck the wall. She could feel the rough stone scraping and cutting her cheek. She couldn't move, though, not even enough to see who was holding her. Whoever had pulled her in here was still jamming her against the wall. She felt a painful pressure in her shoulder as her assailant twisted her arm behind her and leaned against it. A strong arm was laid across the back of her neck, making her face scrape against the rough stones again. They pushed her legs up against the wall just enough to offset her center of balance so she couldn't move without falling. Then she heard the familiar, silky, sneering voice hissing in her ear.
"It's not safe to go wandering about by yourself," Ryoun sneered. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" he chuckled quietly to himself. "You made me look like a fool. Now I'm gonna make you sorry you were ever born." Ava's heart pounded in her throat. It was the middle of the day, the chances of anyone coming through these corridors was very slim.
"Nothing to say, skank?" he spat in her ear, twisting her arms behind her into her shoulder blades, the pain in her shoulder sockets shooting through her body. She could feel herself ebbing away from consciousness, the pain was so unbearable. When she didn't reply, Ryoun gave her arm a sharp jerk upwards. Ava cried out against the mind-jarring pain that had exploded in her shoulder. "That's right, scream as loud as you like," he said mockingly. "Nobody's going to hear you. Although, I wouldn't mind hearing you scream when I fuck you," he hissed against her ear. Ava's insides lurched, and her head swam. Ava struggled against his grip, despite the throbbing ache in her arm. She turned her head the small distance allowed to face him. "You fucking coward." She spat. Ryoun's grip tightened even more. "What?" he said dangerously low. "What the hell did you just call me?" "You heard me," Ava said defiantly, although just barely audible. "Guys like you, it must absolutely burn you up inside to see a girl equal you in everything. And you know it too. You know you'll always just me.second best." Ava said, laughing maniacally. A part of her knew that it was a very stupid idea to say these things to him; he was already teetering on the edge, and that was sure to push him off the deep end and make him do something terrible. But a part of her wanted to deserve this sadistic treatment she was getting, and there was nothing quite like telling off someone with a superiority complex who was in reality just mediocre. Ryoun's reaction to what she said, however, was not far off the mark.
"EXCUSE ME?!" He roared. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD, YOU LITTLE WHORE!" he tangled his fingers roughly into her hair, pulled her head back, and shoved it forward with maniacal force. Ava's head struck the stone wall with a bash, and she blacked out.
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:3 Hee hee hee I know what happens! Thanks again to all those who review! I love criticism.
Duh. Forgot the Addy: http://www.geocities.com/silverchair_fanatik/fanart.htm
NEXT CHAPTER: Ava's in trouble for real this time, and devastating news rocks the Dragonslayers.
Oh, and for anyone's who's interested in getting alerts when this story is updated, mention it in your reviews and I'll email you when I update. Go me for getting this idea earlier. :S Don't forget your email addy's! X)
Sorry about the lack of updates, School has been insane, being it Diploma season and all. I shouldn't have even did this chapter. My Chemistry mark just went down the shitter.
Anyway, go check out the fanart site, and expect and update very very soon. All this half nekid Dilandau has inspired me something awful. I even drew him in a towel.
But anyway, on with the show!!
By the way, the content of the story is progressing (or regressing, however you want to look at it) to something of a more higher-rated nature. Including but not limited to: Non-consentual sex, swearing, and more adult- themed hullaballo. You've been warmed. (And if you're anything like me, you've just been bought, too. ^_^)
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Chapter Eleven: The Chemicals Between Us
----~-----~-------~----~------~
Weeks passed. Or, in other words, pressure considered to grow outside Zaibach. Dilandau had just several days before encountered an incognito Escaflowne in Pallas, apparently rescuing that no-name from the Mystic Moon. Why, Ava thought to herself, Is Fanel going after Allen Shezar's booty?
Training sessions continued as normal, or even harder, as Dilandau was intent on getting swordsmanship up to par for the growing feud between Fanel and his lackeys and Zaibach.
The Dragonslayers stood around a large mat, watching two figures engaged in a sparring match. Ava wiped the sweat off her brow, careful not to lower her sword or take her eyes off Ryoun. He stood, tensile and ready to pounce, his eyes flashing and the corners of his mouth turned up in a malicious grin.
She hated everything about him. The way he turned every simple training exercises into a competition. The way he was so cocky about it. And worst of all, the way he was beating her now.
He parried forward suddenly, almost too quickly for Ava to deflect, but she did in a knick of time. She didn't have time to counter as he attacked again and again, gaining more ground on her than she was on him. An increasingly tired Ava ground her teeth together, and with new resolved, made a well-placed jab of her own, growling out as she did so. She was only inches from his stomach, so close to winning, when he deflected her blow at the last instant. Argh.
He wrinkled his nose in smug pride. "Just give up now. Who knows what sexual favors you or your bastard father performed to get into the Dragonslayers, but it takes TALENT to pull the job off."
Red-hot anger filled her head, and Ava lunged again, swearing at him. Suddenly, her sword was ripped from her grasp and clanged to the floor ten feet away. It was over. And she had lost. The worst part was, that she had lost to the very person she would have given anything to beat.
She stared at her empty hands for a moment, panting more so in anger and defeat than in exhaustion. Suddenly a low voice was in her ear.
"Well, maybe next time I'll let you win to impress Dilandau if you make it worth my while." She felt his hand brush down to her ass, and grip it firmly. She yelled out and yanked herself away from him as if she had been burnt. Spinning around angrily, she brought her foot up to Ryoun's groin. Forcefully. All the Dragonslayers cringed aloud audibly, but Ryoun made no noise, instead sinking to his knees, growing bright red in the face and clutching his wounded pride.
Their eyes were locked like that, flashing angrily, Ryoun gasping and Ava huffing for air. Nobody said anything for a moment, and suddenly a strong voice cut through the tense air like a knife.
"Ava. Go change, you're finished." She looked up, it was Dilandau, and he didn't look impressed. She regarded him for a moment too long. "GO!" he yelled. Ava spun angrily, speeding through the wall of Dragonslayers that sidestepped out of her way, grabbing her sword as she went, and slamming the door behind her. Dilandau waited until she was gone before he continued. Striding over to Ryoun, who was still crouched on the mat, he grabbed the collar of his armor and brought his face within inches of his own and spoke dangerously low:
"If you EVER pull a stunt like that again, you'll find your way back to the streets of Freid so fast you won't know what to make of it. If I don't kill you for insubordination first."
Ryoun swallowed slowly as Dilandau released him, and looked down to the mats for the first time. Yes, sir. It won't happen again.
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A few days passed.
Ava flew into the deserted hangar after the night patrol shift in her Guymelef. Typically the routine was to go out in pairs, and Miguel had headed in a few minutes before her. She landed in her designated spot and clambered out of the cockpit, looking out into the darkened night sky. Walking up to the edge of the platform, she gazed out at the miles of darkened hills lit by a brilliant night sky full of stars. It must be late, she thought tiredly while strolling lazily towards the control room. It was mandatory that all those on patrol sign in and out at the beginning and end of a shift to maintain records of tactics.
Ava threw open the door to the small, windowless room, to be met with darkness. Odd, she thought. Corey usually waits for me to sign out before he leaves. I thought it was procedure. Ava shrugged inwardly. He must be out for a nightcap, she thought.
A sudden rustle pulled her thoughts away. It was coming from a shadowed corner of the room, behind a switchboard protruding in the center of the room. Ava frowned. Rats? She stepped back a couple of paces to look, but kept her distance. Fortunately, the open door cast a strip of light, and she followed it around, but only to find something she hadn't meant to find. The fleshy back of a woman came into view, and she was blocking the light of someone before. Ava narrowed her eyes. The naked female back of someone wearing a scullery maid hat. She blinked, and felt her face grow immediately red-hot. The other person was Dilandau, and from what Ava could see, he wasn't wearing much either.
She tried not to drop the logbook in shock, turned away and shut her eyes with a cringe. Immediately she realized her mistake and instead plastered on a look of indifference. She just raised her eyebrow to Dilandau, whose mouth corner was turned up in a coy half-grin, and said, "Don't forget to lock the door on your way out. Sir."
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Ava was walking down the corridor. She was on her way to the cafeteria; she hadn't eaten all day, and was ravenous enough to get something from the gross cafeteria after her tiring night shift. She hurried down the deserted hallway, barely noting where she was. Suddenly, she was yanked into a dark side corridor and shoved, face first, against the rough wall.
Ava gasped with pain as her face struck the wall. She could feel the rough stone scraping and cutting her cheek. She couldn't move, though, not even enough to see who was holding her. Whoever had pulled her in here was still jamming her against the wall. She felt a painful pressure in her shoulder as her assailant twisted her arm behind her and leaned against it. A strong arm was laid across the back of her neck, making her face scrape against the rough stones again. They pushed her legs up against the wall just enough to offset her center of balance so she couldn't move without falling. Then she heard the familiar, silky, sneering voice hissing in her ear.
"It's not safe to go wandering about by yourself," Ryoun sneered. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" he chuckled quietly to himself. "You made me look like a fool. Now I'm gonna make you sorry you were ever born." Ava's heart pounded in her throat. It was the middle of the day, the chances of anyone coming through these corridors was very slim.
"Nothing to say, skank?" he spat in her ear, twisting her arms behind her into her shoulder blades, the pain in her shoulder sockets shooting through her body. She could feel herself ebbing away from consciousness, the pain was so unbearable. When she didn't reply, Ryoun gave her arm a sharp jerk upwards. Ava cried out against the mind-jarring pain that had exploded in her shoulder. "That's right, scream as loud as you like," he said mockingly. "Nobody's going to hear you. Although, I wouldn't mind hearing you scream when I fuck you," he hissed against her ear. Ava's insides lurched, and her head swam. Ava struggled against his grip, despite the throbbing ache in her arm. She turned her head the small distance allowed to face him. "You fucking coward." She spat. Ryoun's grip tightened even more. "What?" he said dangerously low. "What the hell did you just call me?" "You heard me," Ava said defiantly, although just barely audible. "Guys like you, it must absolutely burn you up inside to see a girl equal you in everything. And you know it too. You know you'll always just me.second best." Ava said, laughing maniacally. A part of her knew that it was a very stupid idea to say these things to him; he was already teetering on the edge, and that was sure to push him off the deep end and make him do something terrible. But a part of her wanted to deserve this sadistic treatment she was getting, and there was nothing quite like telling off someone with a superiority complex who was in reality just mediocre. Ryoun's reaction to what she said, however, was not far off the mark.
"EXCUSE ME?!" He roared. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD, YOU LITTLE WHORE!" he tangled his fingers roughly into her hair, pulled her head back, and shoved it forward with maniacal force. Ava's head struck the stone wall with a bash, and she blacked out.
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:3 Hee hee hee I know what happens! Thanks again to all those who review! I love criticism.
Duh. Forgot the Addy: http://www.geocities.com/silverchair_fanatik/fanart.htm
NEXT CHAPTER: Ava's in trouble for real this time, and devastating news rocks the Dragonslayers.
Oh, and for anyone's who's interested in getting alerts when this story is updated, mention it in your reviews and I'll email you when I update. Go me for getting this idea earlier. :S Don't forget your email addy's! X)