A/N: Hello

Lost and Found

By: rainjewel

A/N: Hello! One of the last installments of the "Lost and Found" is here! No, not the last!! Again, none of this follows the timeline (duh, Migel is still alive, he should have died a little while ago, but Zongi didn't make it! MWAHAHAHA!). Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! You keep me going! Um, just so you know, this is yet another battle scene that I can't write. Aw shucks! ^.^ Anyways, thanks again!! Please R&R!!

PS~ "Dona Eis Requiem" is Latin for "Grant to them rest."

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Migel

I am the EggmanWHOO!

They are the EggmenWHOO!

I am the Walrusku-ku-ka-chu!

Today Zaibach will conquer. Escaflowne is as good as gone. We are the Dragon Slayers, we are immortal.

Whooee!

I'm incredibly happy today. After my little "conversation" with Folken, I feel as if thirty tons of sand has been lifted off my shoulders.

I am the EggmanWHOO!

They are the EggmenWHOO!

I am the Walrusku-ku-ka-chu!

The ground shakes as my Alseides unit drops to the dry earth. Scratch that, dry "gaea."

"Unit 4, ready," I say into my intercom, my British accent showing a bit more then usual due to the fact that I'm feeling unusually hyper

"Looks like Migel got a piece of ass last night"

"Looks like someone's jealous, Dalet"

The thought of, ahem, "romantic relationships involving physical activity" reminds me of a certain green-eyed girl, and I feel my enthusiasm wane. Cooling my giddiness, I sit and listen to the droning of the other Slayers as they call in their preparedness. Finally an insane giggle punctuates the last of the soldiers.

Battle time! Switching to Migel's "serious" frame of mind.

"Let's play," Dilandau's voice crackles. I see his crimson mecha turn to the silent Dragon, but the Ivory giant runs past the commander and charges right at Chesta's guymelef. I see the soldier lift his metallic hand in a desperate attempt to block Van's surprise attack, but it's in vain. A shrill cry sounds over the intercom, then cuts off as the horrid sword slices through the blue guymelef.

Chesta

Oh my fucking God that was fast!

Chesta

"They called me to come and identify' you. Thanks for interrupting my sleep."

Oh God, Chess

I'll never talk to him again, laugh with him, I'll never

"Quoth the Raven,

Nevermore Chess, now you'll sleep forevermore.

"Dilandau-sama!" Gatti's voice calls out, his voice higher-pitched and more terrified then I've ever heard in my life. I shake my head and snap out of my sorrowful trance. Van stands over Gatti's Alseidesor its smoking bits. Other scraps and pieces lie around. My fellow Dragon Slayers are gone.

What the hell? Is he a demon? Is this the boy-king Hitomi is helping? Well Van, you are going to die you son-of-a-bitch.

"GattiDalet?" Dilandau's voice questions over the intercom. He hasn't move since Chesta's opening slaughter.

And we thought we would never die. We are the immortal Dragon Slayers. We slay dragons, not the other way around.

"Migel!" Dilandau shrieks to me. Damn it! Escaflowne swings its huge sword towards my Alseides unit. Quickly I block the blow with my sword, but the force of the blow is fast and I feel my left leg bend under the momentum of the thrust.

Swiftly I slice at Van's momentarily vulnerable leg, but he blocks it at the last minute, reducing the damage.

"Damn it!" I hear him cry out as my sword strikes the target, though weakened. Good, I hope that hurt.

Van slices again at my melef, and I retaliate with a shot of my Crima Claw, but Van's so fast, so goddamn fast that he hits my left arm, and I feel the appendage crumble into bloody shards of bone. The pain flashes through me like a hot fire. My vision goes white, but slams back into focus just in time to see Escaflowne's lethal blow aimed at my heart. I wince and feel the sword hit me square in the chest, despite my last-ditch attempts to block it. The cockpit crashes in around me and I feel my ribs crunch and shatter as my Alseides collapses on the ground.

"Migel!" Dilandau's screams rings in my ears.

My savior. Please come and deliver me.

Somewhere deep inside, I know my savior can't help me. My life's bleeding away like a gushing river of death.

Ah, déjà vu? Oh, I think so. Only this time I'm not going to make it.

I close my eyes, awaiting the final blow. I hear the wheezing of my own breath. Every time I inhale it feels as if I'm stabbing a dagger into my chest. Doesn't matterI think I've passed beyond the pain.

"Van!" cries a familiar voice. Ah, tis Hitomi, my secret Juliet. Secret in my mind. I hear the concern in her voice, and it hurts ten times worse then what I feel now. There's love in that voice. Love for the man who is killing me, killing my heart.

I feel the jealousy swell inside me like a balloon. It inflates my heart and my will with a foreign adrenaline. With a war cry that is likened to a whisper, I take my right hand and push my mangled hatch open, then heave myself out of the cockpit.

On weak knees I stand up, waiting for the white flashes of the oncoming oblivion to pass from my vision. Ah, the previews of the coming attraction. I feel bitterness ooze from my pores.

I hold my shattered left arm against my battered chest, standing as straight and proud as Dilandau would wantwants.

"Here Van! Take your best shot you bastard!" I scream with all my might. The blood flies from my mouth with my words, painting a crimson picture of my hate in the wind.

"I'll get you one day you son of a bitch," I shout again, but I choke upon my own blood. I turn my head to spit out the vermilion poison, but my knees give out and I crash to the metal below. The whiteness comes again.

No, not nowI can't go now.

"Ryan, track star or singer?"

"I'm going to work at McDonald's"

Suddenly the present slaps me in the face. Van stands over me, muttering something about Fanelia. Oh hell no, you're not slicing me yet. Fuck your goddamn Fanelia, Van Fanel. I have a goodbye I have to say.

"Hitomi," I hiss through my blood-choked mouth. I cough again and spew the bile and plasma upon my Alseides. The pain courses through my body and I clasp my chest as the wave of agony rolls over me. My last words are in vain.

Come, my demons. I'm here to accept your fiery embrace. Take—

"Ryan!" a voice calls through my hazy consciousness.

Ryan died a long time ago. An angel came for him

I open my eyes. I'll see Death when it comes.

An angel kneels atop my Alseides, her honey-colored hair dancing with the wind and the green eyes that were made by God.

Hitomi

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