Raemy's story: part ii
Um, I suggest that if you haven't read the first part, you do that now. It'll make more sense...I promise. ^_^ Try as I might to wish that the characters of Escaflowne really do belong to me, the power of Atlantis chooses not to aid me in this area. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Remaeryad is pronounced rem-AIRD-yodd. *looks through notes and shuffles stacks of papers* and that pretty much covers it all. r&r, onegai? arigato, minna.
As I walked out of the practice docks, face still flushed, I heard Chesta and Migel's laughter cease. Curious as to what the cause just might be, I turned around. They had let go of eachother and seemed to be standing rather erect. But wait--that could only have meant...two very loud snaps and both boys collapsed...that Dilandau-sama had found them out. I smiled deviously.
"What the hell do you think this is?!" he screeched, gripping them both by their collars and hoisting them up. Ahh, my little Hercules. "I'm not here to watch little boys kiss eachother. If you're just going to fuck around, I suggest you get out. My team isn't professional enough for you that you think you can just do whatever you feel?" He spat in their faces, obviously not in the best of moods.
"Dilandau-sama! We...we...it's not...!"
"If I ever catch behavior like this on grounds again, I assure you that you will leave permanently. I will not tolerate incompetence in my dragon slayers. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, sir..." Dilandau threw both boys to the ground, a good distance from where he was rooted. I turned back around, exceedingly happy. Today was just my day, I guess.
Back in the sanctuary of my "room." there was nothing about it that made me consider it as actually roomy. A large bed, a dresser, and a closet don't exactly qualify under my rules of a desired home. But it was man-free, and that did the trick nicely.
The look Dilandau-sama gave me when I alighted from my Guymelef will remain locked tight in my mind forever. I did love him, I finally decided, removing my sweat soaked leather jacket and pants. The soft (when not drenched) blue undershirt clung to my upper body. The whole outfit design was very itchy, not to mention heavy. I mean, what was with all that shoulder armor? And because the uniform was designed for much broader shoulders, it was really uncomfortable and threw me off a lot more. And when you screw up as much as I do, Dilandau-sama smacks you hard and plentiful. My left cheek and the back of his right hand had become good friends over the past few years. It was actually callused from the repeated slapping. And now, of course, my mind wanders back to Dilandau...
I stretched out, flopping over onto my bed and waving my feet in the air. It would be quite a bit more fun if he were here. I sat up and looked into my dresser mirror.
"Dilandau-sama, I've been working on my form like you asked," I smiled, flashing my eyes at my reflection. "But do you think you could help me just a little?" I stopped and stood up, pulling open the top middle drawer and taking out my precious wooden comb. I wonder what would happen if anyone else here learned how to use one. Ha, ha. A few times through my hair and, well, I might have been ready for a real live date. With candles. And roses. And Dilandau-sama in a tux. There was a knock on the door-three knocks if you want to get technical. Once again, interrupted from my unstoppable daydreaming. "What?!" I spat at whoever. Chesta's small voice returned my friendly question.
"Lunch, Raemy... um, you're kinda late."
"Shit! Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?!"
"But I just-"
"I'll be out in a minute, Chesta. Tell Dilandau-sama I'm perfectly fine." Why did I say that? 'Tell Dilandau-sama I'm perfectly fine,' what's he going to care? Man, I can be an idiot sometimes. I could here Chesta's light steps fade down the hallway toward the cafeteria. He was adorable. If I didn't like Dilandau so much, I'd probably find myself liking the little blonde. I'll forgive him for the torments delivered earlier for now.
Unfortunately, it was required that all dragon slayers be fully armored when outside their personal sanctuaries. I could have made myself bald with all the hair pulling this job required. But I like my hair a lot, hence the fact that I had a hair grooming tool where no one else did. So I loaded up on the leather and walked out to lunch.
Not really having any friends, I sat by myself. I didn't mind so much, but Dilandau-sama also sat alone (this is because it appears he thinks he's too superior to sit with the third class slayers, which is actually probably true) and after the long and many hours of spying on him, I think that he did mind. I don't know why he didn't sit with Gatti, Dalet, Guimel, Viole, Chesta and/or Migel, he seemed to be most connected with them in the areas of friendship. He always looked so sad and distant, as if being away from other living things made him hurt. He looked up from his tray, turning his head and making direct contact with my eyes. I immediately averted my glance from his, prying dearly that he didn't realize I'd been staring at him the entire duration of lunch.
Mid-day mealtime at long last ended to my relief. But of course, after lunch comes more happy Melef training! Don't they think that twice a day every day is a little overkill? It's been four years, I think I know how to pilot an Alsiedes. Unfortunately for me, the generals don't. But I shouldn't be reprimanding my position-it's an honor to serve Emperor Dornkirk in the Zaibach Empire. When I was younger, I'd dream of becoming a part of the alliance. To steer a Guymelef, to wear the armor (this I can't believe), to fight for the right of fate. And here I am, wishing myself back in that innocent little girl's body. Careless. Of course, if I refused the offer, I'd never have met Dilandau-sama...
I sighed, wandering aimlessly around the Vione. Half an hour until I have to report to the practice dock. And how do I use it? Wandering aimlessly! Wow, what a life I lead. Might as well, nothing else to do. Step. Step. Step. The halls are so echoey. Step. Step. Step. I wonder where Dilandau-sama is right this minute. Step. Step. Step. I looked up; verifying if what I'd just heard was real. Another set of shoes meeting the ground bounced around the upcoming corner. I stopped, figuring it was just another one of my dragon slayer fellows.
"You bored too?" No answer. "Hello?" I drew nearer to the turn in the corridor, expecting to see Gatti or Maybe Chesta. Instead, I smacked face first into the stratagoes. He was strong. Really strong. I flew back from the force of the collide, but he remained standing perfectly still. Scrambling to my feet as fast as morally possible, I managed to spit out an apology. "I...I...F-folken-sama...I'm sorry...I..." He looked at me. Such beautiful brown eyes.
"It's fine," his voice was so deep and soothing; I believed him. "Isn't it almost time for the dragon slayer's afternoon shift?"
"Melef training is in about fifteen minutes, Sir."
"You should get down there now, then. Dilandau doesn't like it when his slayers step out of line."
"No, Sir. He doesn't." What I charmer I must be. Here is this totally beautiful man in front of me and all I can do is stand and mutter. "Thank you, Folken-sama. That's all," I bowed before him. He walked forward, continuing his journey that I had so unprofessionally disturbed. I felt dazed. I was in awe of Folken-sama, always had been. I didn't love him the way I did Dilandau, but he was so mysterious and in such high rank that I found myself just amazed. That was the first encounter I'd personally ever had with him and I'm sure I'd proven myself so utmostly graceful and proper. I had been working on not making the dragon slayers look bad, but because of my frequent (and I mean frequent) tendencies to drift off and zone out, it was quite a challenge. Then I realized that I had been standing in the middle of the hall for quite some time.
"D'oh," I whispered, jogging off to the practice docks, hoping against hope that I wouldn't get flogged for lateness.
Um, I suggest that if you haven't read the first part, you do that now. It'll make more sense...I promise. ^_^ Try as I might to wish that the characters of Escaflowne really do belong to me, the power of Atlantis chooses not to aid me in this area. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Remaeryad is pronounced rem-AIRD-yodd. *looks through notes and shuffles stacks of papers* and that pretty much covers it all. r&r, onegai? arigato, minna.
As I walked out of the practice docks, face still flushed, I heard Chesta and Migel's laughter cease. Curious as to what the cause just might be, I turned around. They had let go of eachother and seemed to be standing rather erect. But wait--that could only have meant...two very loud snaps and both boys collapsed...that Dilandau-sama had found them out. I smiled deviously.
"What the hell do you think this is?!" he screeched, gripping them both by their collars and hoisting them up. Ahh, my little Hercules. "I'm not here to watch little boys kiss eachother. If you're just going to fuck around, I suggest you get out. My team isn't professional enough for you that you think you can just do whatever you feel?" He spat in their faces, obviously not in the best of moods.
"Dilandau-sama! We...we...it's not...!"
"If I ever catch behavior like this on grounds again, I assure you that you will leave permanently. I will not tolerate incompetence in my dragon slayers. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, sir..." Dilandau threw both boys to the ground, a good distance from where he was rooted. I turned back around, exceedingly happy. Today was just my day, I guess.
Back in the sanctuary of my "room." there was nothing about it that made me consider it as actually roomy. A large bed, a dresser, and a closet don't exactly qualify under my rules of a desired home. But it was man-free, and that did the trick nicely.
The look Dilandau-sama gave me when I alighted from my Guymelef will remain locked tight in my mind forever. I did love him, I finally decided, removing my sweat soaked leather jacket and pants. The soft (when not drenched) blue undershirt clung to my upper body. The whole outfit design was very itchy, not to mention heavy. I mean, what was with all that shoulder armor? And because the uniform was designed for much broader shoulders, it was really uncomfortable and threw me off a lot more. And when you screw up as much as I do, Dilandau-sama smacks you hard and plentiful. My left cheek and the back of his right hand had become good friends over the past few years. It was actually callused from the repeated slapping. And now, of course, my mind wanders back to Dilandau...
I stretched out, flopping over onto my bed and waving my feet in the air. It would be quite a bit more fun if he were here. I sat up and looked into my dresser mirror.
"Dilandau-sama, I've been working on my form like you asked," I smiled, flashing my eyes at my reflection. "But do you think you could help me just a little?" I stopped and stood up, pulling open the top middle drawer and taking out my precious wooden comb. I wonder what would happen if anyone else here learned how to use one. Ha, ha. A few times through my hair and, well, I might have been ready for a real live date. With candles. And roses. And Dilandau-sama in a tux. There was a knock on the door-three knocks if you want to get technical. Once again, interrupted from my unstoppable daydreaming. "What?!" I spat at whoever. Chesta's small voice returned my friendly question.
"Lunch, Raemy... um, you're kinda late."
"Shit! Why doesn't anyone tell me these things?!"
"But I just-"
"I'll be out in a minute, Chesta. Tell Dilandau-sama I'm perfectly fine." Why did I say that? 'Tell Dilandau-sama I'm perfectly fine,' what's he going to care? Man, I can be an idiot sometimes. I could here Chesta's light steps fade down the hallway toward the cafeteria. He was adorable. If I didn't like Dilandau so much, I'd probably find myself liking the little blonde. I'll forgive him for the torments delivered earlier for now.
Unfortunately, it was required that all dragon slayers be fully armored when outside their personal sanctuaries. I could have made myself bald with all the hair pulling this job required. But I like my hair a lot, hence the fact that I had a hair grooming tool where no one else did. So I loaded up on the leather and walked out to lunch.
Not really having any friends, I sat by myself. I didn't mind so much, but Dilandau-sama also sat alone (this is because it appears he thinks he's too superior to sit with the third class slayers, which is actually probably true) and after the long and many hours of spying on him, I think that he did mind. I don't know why he didn't sit with Gatti, Dalet, Guimel, Viole, Chesta and/or Migel, he seemed to be most connected with them in the areas of friendship. He always looked so sad and distant, as if being away from other living things made him hurt. He looked up from his tray, turning his head and making direct contact with my eyes. I immediately averted my glance from his, prying dearly that he didn't realize I'd been staring at him the entire duration of lunch.
Mid-day mealtime at long last ended to my relief. But of course, after lunch comes more happy Melef training! Don't they think that twice a day every day is a little overkill? It's been four years, I think I know how to pilot an Alsiedes. Unfortunately for me, the generals don't. But I shouldn't be reprimanding my position-it's an honor to serve Emperor Dornkirk in the Zaibach Empire. When I was younger, I'd dream of becoming a part of the alliance. To steer a Guymelef, to wear the armor (this I can't believe), to fight for the right of fate. And here I am, wishing myself back in that innocent little girl's body. Careless. Of course, if I refused the offer, I'd never have met Dilandau-sama...
I sighed, wandering aimlessly around the Vione. Half an hour until I have to report to the practice dock. And how do I use it? Wandering aimlessly! Wow, what a life I lead. Might as well, nothing else to do. Step. Step. Step. The halls are so echoey. Step. Step. Step. I wonder where Dilandau-sama is right this minute. Step. Step. Step. I looked up; verifying if what I'd just heard was real. Another set of shoes meeting the ground bounced around the upcoming corner. I stopped, figuring it was just another one of my dragon slayer fellows.
"You bored too?" No answer. "Hello?" I drew nearer to the turn in the corridor, expecting to see Gatti or Maybe Chesta. Instead, I smacked face first into the stratagoes. He was strong. Really strong. I flew back from the force of the collide, but he remained standing perfectly still. Scrambling to my feet as fast as morally possible, I managed to spit out an apology. "I...I...F-folken-sama...I'm sorry...I..." He looked at me. Such beautiful brown eyes.
"It's fine," his voice was so deep and soothing; I believed him. "Isn't it almost time for the dragon slayer's afternoon shift?"
"Melef training is in about fifteen minutes, Sir."
"You should get down there now, then. Dilandau doesn't like it when his slayers step out of line."
"No, Sir. He doesn't." What I charmer I must be. Here is this totally beautiful man in front of me and all I can do is stand and mutter. "Thank you, Folken-sama. That's all," I bowed before him. He walked forward, continuing his journey that I had so unprofessionally disturbed. I felt dazed. I was in awe of Folken-sama, always had been. I didn't love him the way I did Dilandau, but he was so mysterious and in such high rank that I found myself just amazed. That was the first encounter I'd personally ever had with him and I'm sure I'd proven myself so utmostly graceful and proper. I had been working on not making the dragon slayers look bad, but because of my frequent (and I mean frequent) tendencies to drift off and zone out, it was quite a challenge. Then I realized that I had been standing in the middle of the hall for quite some time.
"D'oh," I whispered, jogging off to the practice docks, hoping against hope that I wouldn't get flogged for lateness.