Since my last Dilandau fic was so popular, I decided to have a little bit more fun and victimize him once again. I have nothing at all against him, but in my opinion, the craziest ones are always the most fun to write about! And please don't mind me if you find it rather silly. I normally come up with my story ideas in the middle of the night when I am suffering from insomnia. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Escaflowne characters, and I have to admit that I don't wish to, either. I mean, can you really imagine what it would be like to live with Dilandau the pyro all the time? The term 'hell' probably couldn't do it justice…
Dilandau's Secret
It was a dark night in Zaibach, and much too silent. Why was it so silent, you ask? Well, because Dilandau was in bed asleep, something that only seemed to happen on rare occasion. It was not a peaceful sleep, though. He was tossing and turning, upset by what must have been a horrible dream. What could have brought on this dream? Guilt for everything he has ever done? Dreams of revenge, maybe? Or perhaps it was just a little indigestion...well, whatever it was, it was upsetting him, and you know how he gets when he's upset!
The night wore on and he did not wake up, haunted by whatever demons were in his dreams. It was almost morning before he sat up in bed, a wild look in his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. After several moments of just sitting there, he moved, and his hand brushed up against something in bed with him. He immediately seemed to grow calm, and then, although he seemed to be alone, he began to talk out loud.
"I had a bad dream." He whispered between gasps in a voice that could only be described as haunted. "It was horrible. In it there was a girl…a very strange looking girl. She was sitting at this weird device. I didn't know what it was, but I could tell she was writing something with it. Something that would reveal my deepest, darkest secret." He stopped talking for a moment to stroke his cheek in a disturbing manner. "I don't like it when people tell my secrets. Or even know them. It makes me...angry!"
His breathing became labored again as rage coursed through his body, nearly consuming him. His skin flushed red and he clenched his hands into fists until his fingernails cut into his palms, drawing blood. Just at the point when he was about to snap though, he managed to grope around the bed until his hand once again found what had comforted him before. Growing calmer, he spoke.
"It was just a dream, though. No one knows my secret. No one knows about...you. Not Folken, Dornkirk, or even my dragon slayers! And especially not some stupid girl that doesn't even exists! If by chance it does come true, though, then I would have to kill the one that wrote such a story, as well as ANYONE THAT READS IT! MUA HA HA HA HA HA! Don't worry teddy, no one will ever know about you...NO ONE!!"
I had way too much fun writing that! Aww, Dilandau has a teddy bear. Isn't it sweet? Anyway, if you're not afraid of him and his threats, then be sure to leave me feedback! After all, I am still alive! See? *Maniacal laughter in background* Hey, do you smell something burning? Man, it's getting hot in here...