Inside These Walls
Let's Play Pretend
Author's Note: Well, well, well. It seems like Mei, and Gatti are gonna play a lil' game of dress-up. ENJOY!!! Please review! IT'S CALLED COURTESY PEOPLES!
Disclaimer: Mei-shi is mine, along with Dilandau, and Migel. Gatti belongs to my friend Kelsh. Everyone stay back, and the sedatives will not have to be used! (okay, okay, I know they belong to Sunrise…all except for Mei)
Gatti looked at me strangely, "What shall we do with you, Mei?" I held a tuft of hair up. "Well maybe I could cut my hair, so that it falls in front of one of my eyes. I need loose clothing too or else…or else…umm." Gatti smiled knowingly. "I understand…" He then got a pair of scissors. "What are you going to do with those?!" I asked very nervously. Gatti actually seemed somewhat experienced with the whole hair thing. He cut about four inches off the back of my hair, and left a piece in the front, to cover my silver eye. "What are you doing?! My beautiful hair!" Gatti kept on cutting until he had what he thought as perfection. "Calm down, Mei. You look great." I noticed his cheeks slightly flush at this comment. After about an hour, of making me look less girly, he got me a large jacket. I kept on my same pants, but put heavy black boots on, instead of the dainty shoes I had on before.
After Gatti was done making me look as masculine as possible, he took me to him…'Dilandau'. "Is your master so sexist that he doesn't even allow women in his army?" Gatti looked at me with an awkward expression. "Are you serious? Dilandau is so mean. I really wish I could kill him sometimes, but I must remain loyal…" We stopped in front of Dilandau's throne room, then Gatti slowly opened the door. "Brace yourself, Mei." I nodded. "L-L-let's go!" We walked in, and there he was, sitting on his throne, looking extremely bored. He was surrounded by candles, and their dim light made him look even more conniving, but at the same time…gorgeous. "Who is this, Gatti?" Gatti was some-what caught off-guard. I nodded, "My name is Kisei, sir!" He smiled evilly. "I like that name, it means death, does it not?" I was shaking. "Yes sir!" Was my response. He slowly got up. While he walked toward me, I noticed that Gatti was nervous as well. He stopped right in front of me. "So you think you have the endurance to become a dragonslayer..?" He then rewarded me with a slap across the face.
My head turned to the side, at the impact of his hand, striking my face. I have never, ever been hit like that. I clenched my hand into a fist, and punched him in the face. He backed up, for I hit him with all my strength. "You hit like…a…girl…" He said, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "You are aggressive though. I like that. Meet me back here in an hour…we'll 'play' a bit." I was a bit curious by what he meant by play, but now I knew what Gatti was talking about…Dilandau was quite possibly, the meanest person I know. I left his room, with Gatti. Gatti grabbed me by the shoulders, "Mei, what do you think you are doing?!" I sniffled, holding back salty tears. "…but…but he said he liked my aggressiveness!" Gatti then shook his head in mock disgust. "Well, have fun 'playing' with him. I hope you know that means 'sparring'." A wide smile crossed my lips. "Excellent. He will fall to my blade."
I walk back to Dilandau's chamber. I do believe that my silly crush on him was short-lived. Now, I wouldn't mind seeing him…bleed. I open the door hastily, for I am anxious to beat him. He is still sitting on his throne. "I was waiting for you…Kisei. I hate waiting. Prepare to be beaten." I look from left to right, and have a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Um…D-Dilandau-sama? Where is my sword?" The sadistic boy walks over to a wall, which has racks with many swords; long, short, double-pronged, all different kinds that you could imagine. "My dragonslayers use a standard thin, sword, but for our duel, I will let you choose your own weapon." I nervously look through the array, and decide to use a long-bladed sword, the standard choice of samurai. I choose this one, because I have spent many years studying Japan. I will beat him…I want to beat him. I glare at him, while he paces in front of me. I just smile, a sarcastic grin.
I stood, poised. My sword was pointed out, my left foot was back, and my right was forward. I lunged toward Dilandau. "I love it! Suffer!" He yelled, crazily. Our blades locked, as I pushed forward with all my strength. Dilandau was quite good, he had matched me. He then pushed himself forward, and kneed me in the stomach. I gasped in pain, and stumbled backward. Blood trickled down the side of my mouth. I wiped it away hastily. "That was a cheap shot!" I yelled, now furious. Dilandau shrugged, "I can't help it. You were all too open." He then pushed forward again, but I darted around him, crouched to the ground and pulled a perfect leg sweep, knocking him to the ground. He got up slowly, and wearily. "You are very fast, Kisei…I like that." Then, with the skill and precision of a samurai, he caught me off guard, swiping his blade diagonally up my face, giving me a cut about two inches long, right next to my eyebrow. I stepped back in extreme pain. My face was on fire. Dilandau looked at me contentedly, but while I felt his burning gaze, on my face, I noticed the hair in front of my eye had been cut as well. His look of content, on behalf of my pain, twisted into a surprised expression. He walked over to me, and grabbed me by my hair. This was hardly any pain at all compared to the stinging on my face. "What the hell is wrong with your eyes?" He questioned. "I swear to the gods I've seen you before." I picked my, tired self up. "You have, you bastard…" He was taken back with surprise, for I was talking in my normal voice. "I am Princess Mei-shi, of Marden." I run to the infirmary, before he can say anything more.
On the way to the infirmary, I run into a boy with a bowl-styled haircut. I don't acknowledge him at first, but I know that he notices the blood running down my face, and the small trail of spots I have made with it. "Please…let…me get through." He smiles at me, even if I am in extreme pain, this must be his demeanor. "I know you! You are the one Migel likes. I'll walk you down to the infirmary though, okay, Miss?" I nodded, and after about five minutes of walking extremely slow, we made it to the infirmary. I sat myself down on the same bed I was on before, but now, with a bruised stomach, and a cut face…very lovely indeed. The boy got me a towel, which I put on my face. "My name is Chesta. Please, do tell me if you need anything more." I nodded slowly. "Thank you very much. I'm sorry I've been such a trouble for all of you." Chesta shook his head. "Don't even think about it! Your appearance is truly our pleasure. It's been far too long since I've engaged in decent conversation with a woman." I smile slightly through my pain. Chesta then gave me gauze, and tape to hold it down on my face. I thanked him somewhat sarcastically, for I thought I could not make myself stand out any more…how very wrong I was.
I spent the rest of that bittersweet day in the infirmary, although by now, I was okay. My cut was cleaned up, but still very visible, and well, my stomach would just be the color purple for a while. It's not that anyone would see it…after all, I consider myself a modest girl. I sit on the bed, writing on a piece of parchment I found on the floor. I have had quite an interesting adventure so far, and it has only been one day! Word has it that Marden has gone into a state of emergency, and there is a reward for anyone who finds me. I don't care if I have to stay here, and live a thousand lives as Dilandau's slave! I'm staying here! I hate being spoiled, being lonely, being treated differently! Everyone says that I should be thankful, but you try living this life! It is no fun at all, unless you like the lifestyles of the bland and boring. I prefer action, adventure, staring down the enemy in the heat of battle. That is truly living life to its fullest, and if I die here, so be it. Everyone has to die sometime.
I hear a knock on the infirmary door, and welcome whomever it is in. To my very demise, it was him, the devil incarnate, Dilandau. He walks in with his arms crossed, wearing that same evil grin. I stare him down, as he walks in. "Why did you come here, Princess?" I still had my heated gaze on him. "Because…because…I wanted to live. I'm not so sure anymore though…not after meeting you." He then grabbed my face, and tilted up my chin slightly, he began inspecting my face, deeply. "You are just a whore, aren't you? You are just a whore, who came to Zaibach to seduce my men?! Well I will not have that!" He slapped me across the face, again. This time, I did not tilt my head to the side. "I am no whore! I was brought up in the cursed royal family! You think they would raise a concubine?!" I then exhaled. "All I wanted to do was run away, to somewhere better! Some of your men found me, passed out in the streets, and you hate me because they rescued me! I hope you die, and burn in hell with all the other tormented souls!" He shook his head at me, and giggled. "I just don't know what to do with you, woman…I just…don't…know…"
Author's Note: I left you all off hanging!!! HEE HEE! ::throws all her loyal fans a rope:: Well, never fear! I will have the next chapter out soon, I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE!!!