Raemy's Story.
First, I must tell you all that I am an unusually large yaoi fan. Whatever
possessed me to write something that has straight people in it must have come from
somewhere currently unknown to mankind. And it is very, very, very self centered and
revolving around me. Other Dilandau fans: beware, I like him too. if you make it through
the end, you will all know by that time that if I did own Escaflowne, the many bishounen
in the series would be tied up and chocolate covered. And they would all hypnotized.
And I would make them do evil things serving me. BMUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
gomen, minna - sometimes I get carried away with the fact that I write and the fact that I
love the dragon slayers. You know, I think it's possible that I'm actually in some way
related to Dilandau. Someone once told me to love and believe in myself, and well, they
were idiots. ^_^ I love you all!
I breathed in and out slowly, refolding the position of my arms and laying my
head on top of them. Dreamily, gazing across the mononoke landscape of trees and
mountains, I let go of the chains binding my brain and let my mind wander off to
unknown whereabouts. The balcony of the Vione was my serenity spot and the majority
of nights; I would rid myself of the obnoxiousness of my male peers. I was the only
woman in a team of 20 or so dragonslayers. I would have declined the job offer, but
being chosen as a potential dragonslayer is, well, an honour. And being chosen when
you're of the female gender.
It not that I wasn't satisfied with my job, but the constant encompassing of
leering eye balls can get irritating after a while.
I looked up at the mystic moon, looming there. It was so romantic, mysterious. I
had always wondered if there was life on that place. Ever since I was the next thing up
from a fetus. It was so beautiful. And I could tell from it's vertical position that it was late
and about time to venture off to my jokingly referred to as a room. Every morning it's up
early. No days off.
Exhaling some more of the fresh air one last time, I slipped off the railing to the
platform leading into housing. Another utterly romantic evening alone.
Basic routine: wake up, slip wear on, mosey out to the shower room. Showering
is my least favorite part of the day. Because I'm the only one, I don't get my own section
and so I have to shower with the boys. Usually, they let me out first, allowing me to
change into my armour ahead of them, but I've noticed that the slits in the stall curtains
grow when I appear. Perverts.
Running soap over my body, I daydreamed. I'm known for doing that. My name is
Remaerdyad, daydreamer reversed. My mother had an odd sense of humor, daring to
name me that, but people call me Raemy, which I can safely say I enjoy more.
Compared to some of the other guys here, I don't feel that insulted when it comes to
names and such. The dragonslayers. Of them all, the one I find myself dreaming the
most about is the one I probably have least amount of access to. Our leader. I don't
know what it is about him that attracts me, he's actually quite undesirable from first
encounter, but I think it's possible that I love him. Dilandau-sama, do you even know I
exist?
Off went the shower. I reached outside the curtain, fingering the wood stool
blindly for my towel. Once it was gripped in the creases of my hand, I pulled it into the
stall and massaged my turquoise hair. It's long so it takes a while too completely loose
all moisture. Today is one of the days when the guys choose to be inconsiderate of my
privacy. I peeked out. Dalet and Chesta were as usual arguing over something stupid
and Gatti, Migel, Viole and Guimel were chatting senselessly as they dressed. Dilandau
was already fully armoured, applying his tiara and then retracing the scar on his right
cheek. That didn't bother me though it obviously did him. He was gorgeous to me no
matter what kind of mark was perminantly sliced into him. I shook off the feeling,
reminding myself that there was no way I could ever get him as my koibito and needed
to cease my crush for our commander.
I exited my shower stall, towel wrapped tightly around me. The boys stopped
their petty chitchat when they noticed me come out, trying and failing to make it not
obvious that they were scanning my body. Getting dressed in front of them was the
chore I dreaded. I would go back to my room, but walking 20 meters in a place full of
men with nothing but a towel is not a good idea.
I dropped the piece of fiberous cloth down to my feet and quickly guided my legs
through a clean pair of slip pants. Then, on with the undershirt, trying to hide my chest
from the gazes of the spectators and then the silken baby blue tank top. Leather, heavy
sapphire coloured shoulder pads, boots, and finally sword. I walked out of the shower
room, leaving the boys' minds I'm sure refreshed. I really wished I had my own cleansing
center. Dilandau-sama had chosen not to watch my daily dressing that morning. He had
already left the room by the time I left my stall.
"Raemy! The dining hall is back that way!" it was Dalet. I recognized his voice
instantly.
"Huh?"
"The cafeteria, babe. It's that way," he motioned with his head toward the south
side of the fortress, Chesta and Guimel laughing softly and Migel and Gatti leaning
against the wall smiling. Viole snickered, his arms propped up on Dalet's shoulder. I'm
sure my cheeks flushed hot pink as I turned around and moved back in the direction of
breakfast. Daydreaming always got me stuck in humiliating situations. And the fact that I
had been daydreaming about our leader did not help me face weaken in color.
Left, right, duck, lunge.I charged forward in my personal Alseid's unit spearing
and invisible target. Breakfast had been almost deadly normal, sitting alone, stirring the
food around a bowl. After our first meal was the beginning session of Melef training. We
didn't practice with stealth cloaks in the morning, that came after lunch. Just regular
fighting during A.M. hours.
I turned around and wiped my forehead clear of sweat, noticing Dilandau-sama
standing on the walkway below me.
"Your form is weak, Raemy," well, he knew my name, "Work on your advances,"
he said it as if it were a planned part of his schedule.
"Yes, sir," this response was automatic.
"I expect only the most work in my dragonslayers. Just because you're a woman,
don't think you'll get it easy."
"Yes, sir," my stomach knotted tightly, surging with anger from my commander's
most recent words. How could I love him when he treated like me like I was a piece of
shit?
"Pair up with Gatti for now," he ordered and might as well have continued saying
"I'll be sure to criticize every move you make."
I moved in front of Gatti's Melef, drawing my sword to show him my offer for a
quick challenge. He responded by reaching for his own, a yes.
"Now! Fight!"
I charged first, lunging at Gatti's energist with all my might. He held up the
weapon and blocked my shot, spraying the surroundings with sparks. My eyes shot back
to the balcony, catching only a glimpse of Dilandau-sama. His arms were folded and he
looked exceedingly self satisfied. Gatti advanced on me, swinging the sword at waist
length. I jumped out of the circle of danger, narrowly being missed. Sweat soaked my
bangs, but I was determined to show Dilandau-sama I was worthy of a dragonslayer. I
shot up and landed in front of Gatti's Melef, thrusting my weapon toward its chest. He
dodged it again, and seeing his move, I spun around and caught him off guard. He
wasn't expecting me to make such an abrupt recovery, and I took advantage of this. My
sword entered his Melef's chest, cleanly spearing the drag-energist. We stopped for a
moment, then, I drew away. The Guymelef fell apart, and along with all the liquid metal
Gatti spilled out all over the Vione ground. I panted, clearing my forehead of moisture
with my gloved hand. It was at that moment, when I turned to receive my praise from
Dilandau-sama when I really felt triumphant. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes
were fully expanded. I smiled, totally ecstatic.
I opened the face of my Alseid's unit and hopped out, letting my hair swing
behind me as if what I just did happened all the time. I almost skipped up to my captain.
"How did I do, Dilandau-sama?" I asked earnestly, smiling cutely. My crush
stared at me bewildered.
"Uh, right. Well, nice work, Remaerdyad. That was an amazi-I mean, uh, that
was a really fast turn around you just did." Allow me to translate: How the hell did you
just do that awesome turn around? I think it's so darn cute that he goes out of his way to
try and make it sound like he could have done better than me.
"You think so?" I tossed my head any brushed some loose strands of my light
turquoise hair from my face. "I think that it was ok, but in a real battle, I'd have been
taken down. I'll have to work on it in order to do much better." He continued to his dazed
stare.
"Right. Better next time. Uh, you can Um, take your break now."
"Ok, I'll be back in time for lunch." I walked toward the double doors of the
training grounds, sparkling.
Migel stood, blocking my path, grinning from here tot he mystic moon.
"Pardon me, Mr. Happy, but you're blocking the doorway." he didn't move.
"I saw that."
"What?"
"Hey, Chesta! Come over here!" my blonde comrade walked over to where we
were, he too smiling like a complete moron. "You see what just happened?"
"Oh, yeah! Cover up the kids' eyes quick."
"What are you guys' problems?!" I knew exactly what they were so overjoyed
about and instantly my cheeks flushed, but I wasn't about to give in.
"I think it was ok, but in a real battle, I'd have been taken down," Migel chimed in
mock imitation of me. Then he added, "Maybe you can help me with my form tonight
after dinner." Chesta cracked up.
"Wanna go to your room or mine, Dilandau-sama?"
"Etchi! You're disgusting! There is absolutely nothing going on between us. I hate
Dilandau-sama!"
"Oh, give it up, Raemy," Chesta propped his elbow up on Migel's shoulder.
"Yeah. Why you gotta shoot for the upper class guys, babe? Come to our rooms'
sometimes." he shot me a sleazy look that was probably enough to put someone in jail.
"You two are such perverts. Let me out." my cheeks were burning with
humiliation. The quicker I returned to my room, the better off I was. Migel and Chesta
were reluctant on setting me free, and before I exited, they pretended to make out,
breathing things that somewhat resembled, "oh, Dilandau-sama" and "Remaerdyad! Ah,
Remaerdyad!"
First, I must tell you all that I am an unusually large yaoi fan. Whatever
possessed me to write something that has straight people in it must have come from
somewhere currently unknown to mankind. And it is very, very, very self centered and
revolving around me. Other Dilandau fans: beware, I like him too. if you make it through
the end, you will all know by that time that if I did own Escaflowne, the many bishounen
in the series would be tied up and chocolate covered. And they would all hypnotized.
And I would make them do evil things serving me. BMUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
gomen, minna - sometimes I get carried away with the fact that I write and the fact that I
love the dragon slayers. You know, I think it's possible that I'm actually in some way
related to Dilandau. Someone once told me to love and believe in myself, and well, they
were idiots. ^_^ I love you all!
I breathed in and out slowly, refolding the position of my arms and laying my
head on top of them. Dreamily, gazing across the mononoke landscape of trees and
mountains, I let go of the chains binding my brain and let my mind wander off to
unknown whereabouts. The balcony of the Vione was my serenity spot and the majority
of nights; I would rid myself of the obnoxiousness of my male peers. I was the only
woman in a team of 20 or so dragonslayers. I would have declined the job offer, but
being chosen as a potential dragonslayer is, well, an honour. And being chosen when
you're of the female gender.
It not that I wasn't satisfied with my job, but the constant encompassing of
leering eye balls can get irritating after a while.
I looked up at the mystic moon, looming there. It was so romantic, mysterious. I
had always wondered if there was life on that place. Ever since I was the next thing up
from a fetus. It was so beautiful. And I could tell from it's vertical position that it was late
and about time to venture off to my jokingly referred to as a room. Every morning it's up
early. No days off.
Exhaling some more of the fresh air one last time, I slipped off the railing to the
platform leading into housing. Another utterly romantic evening alone.
Basic routine: wake up, slip wear on, mosey out to the shower room. Showering
is my least favorite part of the day. Because I'm the only one, I don't get my own section
and so I have to shower with the boys. Usually, they let me out first, allowing me to
change into my armour ahead of them, but I've noticed that the slits in the stall curtains
grow when I appear. Perverts.
Running soap over my body, I daydreamed. I'm known for doing that. My name is
Remaerdyad, daydreamer reversed. My mother had an odd sense of humor, daring to
name me that, but people call me Raemy, which I can safely say I enjoy more.
Compared to some of the other guys here, I don't feel that insulted when it comes to
names and such. The dragonslayers. Of them all, the one I find myself dreaming the
most about is the one I probably have least amount of access to. Our leader. I don't
know what it is about him that attracts me, he's actually quite undesirable from first
encounter, but I think it's possible that I love him. Dilandau-sama, do you even know I
exist?
Off went the shower. I reached outside the curtain, fingering the wood stool
blindly for my towel. Once it was gripped in the creases of my hand, I pulled it into the
stall and massaged my turquoise hair. It's long so it takes a while too completely loose
all moisture. Today is one of the days when the guys choose to be inconsiderate of my
privacy. I peeked out. Dalet and Chesta were as usual arguing over something stupid
and Gatti, Migel, Viole and Guimel were chatting senselessly as they dressed. Dilandau
was already fully armoured, applying his tiara and then retracing the scar on his right
cheek. That didn't bother me though it obviously did him. He was gorgeous to me no
matter what kind of mark was perminantly sliced into him. I shook off the feeling,
reminding myself that there was no way I could ever get him as my koibito and needed
to cease my crush for our commander.
I exited my shower stall, towel wrapped tightly around me. The boys stopped
their petty chitchat when they noticed me come out, trying and failing to make it not
obvious that they were scanning my body. Getting dressed in front of them was the
chore I dreaded. I would go back to my room, but walking 20 meters in a place full of
men with nothing but a towel is not a good idea.
I dropped the piece of fiberous cloth down to my feet and quickly guided my legs
through a clean pair of slip pants. Then, on with the undershirt, trying to hide my chest
from the gazes of the spectators and then the silken baby blue tank top. Leather, heavy
sapphire coloured shoulder pads, boots, and finally sword. I walked out of the shower
room, leaving the boys' minds I'm sure refreshed. I really wished I had my own cleansing
center. Dilandau-sama had chosen not to watch my daily dressing that morning. He had
already left the room by the time I left my stall.
"Raemy! The dining hall is back that way!" it was Dalet. I recognized his voice
instantly.
"Huh?"
"The cafeteria, babe. It's that way," he motioned with his head toward the south
side of the fortress, Chesta and Guimel laughing softly and Migel and Gatti leaning
against the wall smiling. Viole snickered, his arms propped up on Dalet's shoulder. I'm
sure my cheeks flushed hot pink as I turned around and moved back in the direction of
breakfast. Daydreaming always got me stuck in humiliating situations. And the fact that I
had been daydreaming about our leader did not help me face weaken in color.
Left, right, duck, lunge.I charged forward in my personal Alseid's unit spearing
and invisible target. Breakfast had been almost deadly normal, sitting alone, stirring the
food around a bowl. After our first meal was the beginning session of Melef training. We
didn't practice with stealth cloaks in the morning, that came after lunch. Just regular
fighting during A.M. hours.
I turned around and wiped my forehead clear of sweat, noticing Dilandau-sama
standing on the walkway below me.
"Your form is weak, Raemy," well, he knew my name, "Work on your advances,"
he said it as if it were a planned part of his schedule.
"Yes, sir," this response was automatic.
"I expect only the most work in my dragonslayers. Just because you're a woman,
don't think you'll get it easy."
"Yes, sir," my stomach knotted tightly, surging with anger from my commander's
most recent words. How could I love him when he treated like me like I was a piece of
shit?
"Pair up with Gatti for now," he ordered and might as well have continued saying
"I'll be sure to criticize every move you make."
I moved in front of Gatti's Melef, drawing my sword to show him my offer for a
quick challenge. He responded by reaching for his own, a yes.
"Now! Fight!"
I charged first, lunging at Gatti's energist with all my might. He held up the
weapon and blocked my shot, spraying the surroundings with sparks. My eyes shot back
to the balcony, catching only a glimpse of Dilandau-sama. His arms were folded and he
looked exceedingly self satisfied. Gatti advanced on me, swinging the sword at waist
length. I jumped out of the circle of danger, narrowly being missed. Sweat soaked my
bangs, but I was determined to show Dilandau-sama I was worthy of a dragonslayer. I
shot up and landed in front of Gatti's Melef, thrusting my weapon toward its chest. He
dodged it again, and seeing his move, I spun around and caught him off guard. He
wasn't expecting me to make such an abrupt recovery, and I took advantage of this. My
sword entered his Melef's chest, cleanly spearing the drag-energist. We stopped for a
moment, then, I drew away. The Guymelef fell apart, and along with all the liquid metal
Gatti spilled out all over the Vione ground. I panted, clearing my forehead of moisture
with my gloved hand. It was at that moment, when I turned to receive my praise from
Dilandau-sama when I really felt triumphant. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes
were fully expanded. I smiled, totally ecstatic.
I opened the face of my Alseid's unit and hopped out, letting my hair swing
behind me as if what I just did happened all the time. I almost skipped up to my captain.
"How did I do, Dilandau-sama?" I asked earnestly, smiling cutely. My crush
stared at me bewildered.
"Uh, right. Well, nice work, Remaerdyad. That was an amazi-I mean, uh, that
was a really fast turn around you just did." Allow me to translate: How the hell did you
just do that awesome turn around? I think it's so darn cute that he goes out of his way to
try and make it sound like he could have done better than me.
"You think so?" I tossed my head any brushed some loose strands of my light
turquoise hair from my face. "I think that it was ok, but in a real battle, I'd have been
taken down. I'll have to work on it in order to do much better." He continued to his dazed
stare.
"Right. Better next time. Uh, you can Um, take your break now."
"Ok, I'll be back in time for lunch." I walked toward the double doors of the
training grounds, sparkling.
Migel stood, blocking my path, grinning from here tot he mystic moon.
"Pardon me, Mr. Happy, but you're blocking the doorway." he didn't move.
"I saw that."
"What?"
"Hey, Chesta! Come over here!" my blonde comrade walked over to where we
were, he too smiling like a complete moron. "You see what just happened?"
"Oh, yeah! Cover up the kids' eyes quick."
"What are you guys' problems?!" I knew exactly what they were so overjoyed
about and instantly my cheeks flushed, but I wasn't about to give in.
"I think it was ok, but in a real battle, I'd have been taken down," Migel chimed in
mock imitation of me. Then he added, "Maybe you can help me with my form tonight
after dinner." Chesta cracked up.
"Wanna go to your room or mine, Dilandau-sama?"
"Etchi! You're disgusting! There is absolutely nothing going on between us. I hate
Dilandau-sama!"
"Oh, give it up, Raemy," Chesta propped his elbow up on Migel's shoulder.
"Yeah. Why you gotta shoot for the upper class guys, babe? Come to our rooms'
sometimes." he shot me a sleazy look that was probably enough to put someone in jail.
"You two are such perverts. Let me out." my cheeks were burning with
humiliation. The quicker I returned to my room, the better off I was. Migel and Chesta
were reluctant on setting me free, and before I exited, they pretended to make out,
breathing things that somewhat resembled, "oh, Dilandau-sama" and "Remaerdyad! Ah,
Remaerdyad!"