TITLE: And the Knight Fell, Part 3
AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: Various
WARNINGS: Yaoi, Gore, Violence, AU, Limón. (Lime/Lemon)
DISCLAIMER: You all know the drill; I don't own any of these characters, if I did, it would be Canon, not Fan Fiction. :D I make no money off of this, and only would if I spoke frequent and correct Japanese and lived in Japan. ^_~

AND THE KNIGHT FELL, (part 3)
By Silver Foxfire

"Any clues?" Gaddes asked, head on his desk.

"No... No clues," Van answered, leaning back in his chair to inspect the masterpiece of sharpened pencils in the ceiling. "And what I want to know, I can't find out."

"What do you want to know, boss?" Gaddes groaned, lifting his head to lift one shiny metal ball and slam it into five others; creating a steady clicking.

"I want to know what the hell made those wounds. The thin cuts that are the same on all six victims."

"Oh, 'bout that. I got a bit of info," he said.

"Gimme!" Van barked, ignoring his pencils in order to push Gaddes into an upright position.

"Mil said that a weapon like that would have to be made new each time. It's razor thin, so it couldn't be sharpened that easy. And dulls damn quick," Gaddes grinned up to the brunette.

"All right... So we're looking for someone that has the time an resources to replace the weapon, or buy it in bulk," Van murmured, seating himself on Gaddes' desk. "I want you to look into Folken again..."

"He's clean as a whistle, Boss," Gaddes said, half protesting.

"Yeah, but this time I want you checking his inventories. What he orders and when."

"Gotcha!"

~*~*~

The counselors were swarming. Crawling over the school to 'comfort' and encourage the students to 'express their feelings'. They hovered close beside Dilandau's best friend in life, simply known as Gatti. The two always seen squabbling in the halls, Dilandau even slapping him a time or two.

"Gatti... Gatti, I'm so sorry!" yet another 'sympathizer' came crying, moving to hug him.

He shoved her away.

"Shut the fuck up," Gatti snapped. "I don't need anymore of you attention-junkies clinging to me and getting snot all over my god-damned shirt!"

A counselor rushed forward. "You yell out of grief!" he cried, why don't you just cry and let it out?!"

Gatti shoved himself away.

"God! Get the hell away from me!" he snarled, abandoning his school bag as he ran from the grounds; past the bicycle security guards that lazily shook their heads at him.

"All this fucking shit..." he swore, running from the school and the memories of the man that wouldn't be there anymore.

"And Dilandau fought the white dragon fiercely as he--"

Gatti halted so swiftly, his body nearly fell from the jar. "Dilandau?" he whispered, glancing toward the softly glowing sign in the window. "'Fanel's Theater...'"

He crept forward toward the clean white doors, half hoping and half fearing what he could... And would find.

End Chapter 3