Author's note: I think Dilandau wouldn't hold her hand, so I just made him sit there
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ok, that lame attempt at making a big smiley face ended up making it look like a friggin badger. WHOO thank goodness I don't write these stories when I drink diet coke or they'd all be really hyper sounding…nope I write them in my bed at one am in the morning so that I can be all serious and stuff. Well any way….
This is fluff, fluff like feather fluff, no, goose down fluff, ya, that's it. Goose down fluff.
Wish
Chapter eight: Dilandau
Dilandau paced his room, it was really late but he couldn't sleep. He had undressed and was in his normal loose clothes when he started his annoying 'thinking'.
Folken was doing this when he was waiting for her outside of the outside their lab, he thought, pacing like a dog wanting to go outside, all for her. Her, why does it always come back to her? Folken probably only cared for the girl because he was like his brother. Dilandau stopped walking and raised a finger to his cheek – slowly stroking his scar. The dragon – I'll kill him. As he dug his fingers deeper into the scar, making his cheek redden. Then why do I like the girl so? Because she was also like him, a warrior, power hungry and bloodthirsty. He chuckled at the jibe.
He had heard of what had gone on in the medical lab, no on knew why she had attacked him, but there were numerous rumors spread throughout about it. One he had heard his dragonslayors discuss was about a gash she had gotten to the side and how mutilated the face of the doctor was. But what did the sorcerers want with her?
I shouldn't be so attracted to her, I'm the head of the most elite team of fighters in the land, the Dragonslayors, I'm a rock.
Yet she is so beautiful, her attitude and disrespect turned him on every time she sneered at him, her fighting style was trained and clipped, yet she added in her own dirty moves in once in awhile to fasten the pace. Her long brown hair, ocean blue eyes, her beautifully tanned skin, her pink lips – "No!" he yelled at the silent, still room. I have to stop thinking about her!
The dragonslayors often talked about her body, she was the first girl their age in all their training history with Zaibach, and they were obsessed. He admired their concern over her lately; she had been in her room for the past two days after 'the incident', they called it, with the sorcerers. He was almost jealous of the attention they were giving her. I'm better than them, I'm not obsessed, I won't let her get to me!
He decided to go see her.
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When he got to her room, the door was unlocked and no guard was present, odd, he thought – usually they had one there because they considered her a threat. He cursed them for thinking a fighter such as her would not be a threat. Then swallowed hard at the thought that maybe she wasn't anymore, maybe something had happened to make her not need supervision. Why do I even care about her?
He stood at the door for a few seconds, which seemed liked hours, then finally put his hand on the knob and twisted. The room was pitch black, Dilandau quietly put his foot in the room, when no voice of protest appeared, he stepped in and closed the door silently behind him. Sara, her name is Sara. He stood in the silence, waited until his senses adjusted to the lack of light and sound, and heard her gentle breathing. He found the outline on the bed and walked toward it. Dilandau knelt beside her - not the slightest sound except for the rustle of his clothes when he moved - and listened to her soft breathing, watching her face for the slightest indication that she was awake, none, not even her eyelids were moving from a dream, he thought, poor kid. The sound soothed him as the tiring day and sleepless night caught up to him. He glanced at the rise and fall of her chest under the covers, being with her felt so right. He leaned his back against the dresser, it was hard, yes, but at least he could see her. I am obsessed. He noticed her hand atop the covers, and gingerly reached up and touched it, smiling at its warmth. I should get out of here before she wakes up. But something inside him urged him to stay. In the silence he felt her heartbeat against on his fingers, What am I doing!? He screamed in his head when he closed his hand over hers, Who cares. He reasoned, her slow pulse calmed him, as he rested his head on the side of the bed and fell asleep beside her.
Oh, gag me with a spoon! That was fluff, oh well. Tell me what Dilandau would REALLY do and I'll see if I can get up an alternate chapter to this one (or replace it with something better, yup, I'M ACTUALLY ASKING FOR YOUR OPINION – SO GIVE IT!), ya, like I said, one a.m. writing material…