A.N.-Sorry!!!I didn't mean to take this long on this chapter, but I kinda needed a small break from writeing Escaflowne fics....I just needed wind down a bit. Look on the bright side...I go the chapter out....
*nervouse laugher*I think I may have to up the rateing for this fic 'cuz of this chapter has a little lime. Not a lemon but lime! I could never write a lemon! Nothing is graphic beyound kissing!
Dedication-Vannessa St. Cloud, Koki-san, Crissy Yuy, Katanda, Lady Yuki, Liz, LizardGirl, Reviewer, and Sabby. Thankyou all!^_^_^_^*gives candy to you all*.
Upon arriveing back at the Vione, Aya had looked emidetly for Dilandau. Unfourtantly he was off doing Folken's orders agine. As she waited for his return she'd found some pants and a sleevless blue shirt. They where the smallest she could find, though the pants where a little baggy and so was the shirt. After finding some clotheing she'd taken one of the swords from the training rooms and passed the time by sparring by herself.
The moonlight casted down on her giveing her flesh a pale look. Her long golden hair had fallen loose around her face as she moved in swift, yet controled movements. It helped pass the time, but left more space for thought. Dilandau filled her thoughts. She felt as though he'd lied to her.
Kept secrets from her. She felt as though he'd lead her to belive her life could be perfect here. She felt like a fool for beliveing it. 'Life is not a fairy tale, their are no happy endings' she thought as she swiped her sword through the cool harmless air.
Finnly she stopped her breathing ragged. As her reath returned to normal she said softly,"Life isn't a fairy tale, their are no happy endings."
"No, life isn't a fairy tale."
Aya wirled around quickly, her blueish green eyes alert. 'Dilandau' was the first thing that entered her mind. And it was him. He was dressed in plain leather pants and a blue shirt. His short silvery hair fell loosly around his ruby eyes. Upon her sight of him, Aya forgot all the things she was going to say. She found she couldn't yell at him as she was going to. She couldn't demand answers.
At the sight of him she felt all her anger all her incrimination for him disspear like weat before the scyth. She loved him. Despite all she had learned, she loved him. Maybe it was becouse he was one of the first people to ever be kind to her. Maybe becouse he was the one who gave her her first kiss.
Maybe it was teenage hormons, whatever it was it had her in his arms kissing him in hungry passinat kisses. He seemed suprised at first but soon began to respond fervelently. They moved loosely down the corridors, not movieng from there embrace.
With the back of his hand, Dilandau opened the door to his chambers they stumbled in neather wanting to move from the embrace they'd found in the outher. The door shut behind them and gently Dilandau layed her on the bed, there lips never leaveing the outhers as he fell on top of her.
They'd kissed thousands of times, but now they both relized they wanted something more. They wanted to go farther. they broke apart as Dilandau looked into her eyes, asking her if was o.k. to go on. In respose she merely leaned up and caputerd his lips with her own.
She trusted him. She relized that through her slightly fogged mind.
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Dilandau awoke feeling more content then he had in his entire life. He turned his head to see Aya's head laying agenst his chest. He watched her slow steady breathing. She was so very beautiful, and she was his. Thats when he finnly relized it. He loved her.
The thought frightened him. He'd been born for the lust of battle. He was not ment for this. He lived not in the past nor the future. He lived in the momment of battle. That was his only purpose. He found himself uncomfertble with these new emotions.
They where entirely different from the pulseing of battleing and as such he'd always known. Not the lovemakeing, but the feelings she'd brought down upon them. He felt filled with chatic emotions. Emotions he felt that he was never ment to have. All his life he'd been trained for battle. Their was no need for the petty human emotions of love and fear. He'd always been told they where what made a man weak, like crying did.
Tears showed weakness. He was the commander of the Dragon Slayers he'd burned coutrys to the ground, he'd killed so many that he could drown in their blood. He was not weak. To many he wasn't even human, for he had no heart. And she. This girl, what had she ever done? She was from a world he had never seen. She was from a world that was as cursed as the Draconions where.
And yet she was so carefree and......innocent. They where compleat opposites, and yet they where so simmilor. He was night, she was day they didn't mix but at one time. When the sun was setting and night was their to reclaim the land.
Would she hate him for what he had done? Would she leave him? These thoughts where like a dagger sinking into his heart. Hesitently he pulled her closer to him. Part of him wanted her gone, she would interfear with his mission. But anouther part of him longed to hold her to him forever.
Longed to always be their with her....longed for the love he wasn't sure she had for him. Despite the emotions that twirled withen him like a hurrican he held her closer, enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms. At that momment her eyes fluttered open, reveling clear bluish green orbs that stared up at him in innocent wounder.
He stared at her holding his breath. As if she noticed the emotions he felt sher wraped her arms around his neck and kissed his jaw gently as she breathed deeply of his crimson scent. Part of him wanted it to stay this way, the outher part of him told him to push her away, get her out of his life before she caused anymore trouble.
She was too good for him. She was pure and innocent, what was he? He would only hurt her in the end. It was better if this ended now.
In a rough gester he shuved her away. Aya looked up at him, hurt,"Whats wrong?"she asked softly.
He sat up his eyes cold,"Get out. I never want to see you agine."
Aya felt tears burn her eyes. What was he saying?"What? But....last night....I thought..."she stuttered.
He crossed his arms,"You thought wrong. Now get out!"he said, his voice intense.
Aya narrowed her eyes,"You can't mean that. I'm going to stay right here untill you--"
She never got to finnish her sentace for he struck her hard across the face. The blow sent Aya backward onto the floor, bringing half the cover down with her. Dilandau felt himself flinch inwardly as she fell.
Aya held her cheeck in shock.."You....You hit me....."
He got off the bed,"Your point? Now get out!"
With that he lifted her roughfly by the arm and pushed her out the door. Throwing her clotheing out with her. Aya held the black sheet agenst her pale skin as she stood up as the door slamed shut. Not bothering to even grab her clothes Aya toke off down the hall. Tears blinded all her vison.
It wasn't fair. She nearly fell as she collided with something strong. She glanced up to see Migel and Lord Folken standing their.
"Aya? What happened?"Migel asked...though he had a small idea.
Not bothering to answer Aya jumped to her feet and forced her way past Folken and ran down the corridor to her own room. The instent she entered she threw herself onto the bed tears falling down her face. He'd hit her. He'd used her. He'd left her alone. She was alone agine.
She'd been so right about this entire place......and about Dilandau....She felt herself getting weaker as the tears worked their way down her face. Her entire body wracked with the sobs that escaped her. She'd been such a fool! It was over. It was all over......
A.N.-*sniff* great i'm in tears about my own fic. Well, this is ironic, I updated on my birthday and I updated a depressing chapter.....oh well.....please review pretty please......
*nervouse laugher*I think I may have to up the rateing for this fic 'cuz of this chapter has a little lime. Not a lemon but lime! I could never write a lemon! Nothing is graphic beyound kissing!
Dedication-Vannessa St. Cloud, Koki-san, Crissy Yuy, Katanda, Lady Yuki, Liz, LizardGirl, Reviewer, and Sabby. Thankyou all!^_^_^_^*gives candy to you all*.
Upon arriveing back at the Vione, Aya had looked emidetly for Dilandau. Unfourtantly he was off doing Folken's orders agine. As she waited for his return she'd found some pants and a sleevless blue shirt. They where the smallest she could find, though the pants where a little baggy and so was the shirt. After finding some clotheing she'd taken one of the swords from the training rooms and passed the time by sparring by herself.
The moonlight casted down on her giveing her flesh a pale look. Her long golden hair had fallen loose around her face as she moved in swift, yet controled movements. It helped pass the time, but left more space for thought. Dilandau filled her thoughts. She felt as though he'd lied to her.
Kept secrets from her. She felt as though he'd lead her to belive her life could be perfect here. She felt like a fool for beliveing it. 'Life is not a fairy tale, their are no happy endings' she thought as she swiped her sword through the cool harmless air.
Finnly she stopped her breathing ragged. As her reath returned to normal she said softly,"Life isn't a fairy tale, their are no happy endings."
"No, life isn't a fairy tale."
Aya wirled around quickly, her blueish green eyes alert. 'Dilandau' was the first thing that entered her mind. And it was him. He was dressed in plain leather pants and a blue shirt. His short silvery hair fell loosly around his ruby eyes. Upon her sight of him, Aya forgot all the things she was going to say. She found she couldn't yell at him as she was going to. She couldn't demand answers.
At the sight of him she felt all her anger all her incrimination for him disspear like weat before the scyth. She loved him. Despite all she had learned, she loved him. Maybe it was becouse he was one of the first people to ever be kind to her. Maybe becouse he was the one who gave her her first kiss.
Maybe it was teenage hormons, whatever it was it had her in his arms kissing him in hungry passinat kisses. He seemed suprised at first but soon began to respond fervelently. They moved loosely down the corridors, not movieng from there embrace.
With the back of his hand, Dilandau opened the door to his chambers they stumbled in neather wanting to move from the embrace they'd found in the outher. The door shut behind them and gently Dilandau layed her on the bed, there lips never leaveing the outhers as he fell on top of her.
They'd kissed thousands of times, but now they both relized they wanted something more. They wanted to go farther. they broke apart as Dilandau looked into her eyes, asking her if was o.k. to go on. In respose she merely leaned up and caputerd his lips with her own.
She trusted him. She relized that through her slightly fogged mind.
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Dilandau awoke feeling more content then he had in his entire life. He turned his head to see Aya's head laying agenst his chest. He watched her slow steady breathing. She was so very beautiful, and she was his. Thats when he finnly relized it. He loved her.
The thought frightened him. He'd been born for the lust of battle. He was not ment for this. He lived not in the past nor the future. He lived in the momment of battle. That was his only purpose. He found himself uncomfertble with these new emotions.
They where entirely different from the pulseing of battleing and as such he'd always known. Not the lovemakeing, but the feelings she'd brought down upon them. He felt filled with chatic emotions. Emotions he felt that he was never ment to have. All his life he'd been trained for battle. Their was no need for the petty human emotions of love and fear. He'd always been told they where what made a man weak, like crying did.
Tears showed weakness. He was the commander of the Dragon Slayers he'd burned coutrys to the ground, he'd killed so many that he could drown in their blood. He was not weak. To many he wasn't even human, for he had no heart. And she. This girl, what had she ever done? She was from a world he had never seen. She was from a world that was as cursed as the Draconions where.
And yet she was so carefree and......innocent. They where compleat opposites, and yet they where so simmilor. He was night, she was day they didn't mix but at one time. When the sun was setting and night was their to reclaim the land.
Would she hate him for what he had done? Would she leave him? These thoughts where like a dagger sinking into his heart. Hesitently he pulled her closer to him. Part of him wanted her gone, she would interfear with his mission. But anouther part of him longed to hold her to him forever.
Longed to always be their with her....longed for the love he wasn't sure she had for him. Despite the emotions that twirled withen him like a hurrican he held her closer, enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms. At that momment her eyes fluttered open, reveling clear bluish green orbs that stared up at him in innocent wounder.
He stared at her holding his breath. As if she noticed the emotions he felt sher wraped her arms around his neck and kissed his jaw gently as she breathed deeply of his crimson scent. Part of him wanted it to stay this way, the outher part of him told him to push her away, get her out of his life before she caused anymore trouble.
She was too good for him. She was pure and innocent, what was he? He would only hurt her in the end. It was better if this ended now.
In a rough gester he shuved her away. Aya looked up at him, hurt,"Whats wrong?"she asked softly.
He sat up his eyes cold,"Get out. I never want to see you agine."
Aya felt tears burn her eyes. What was he saying?"What? But....last night....I thought..."she stuttered.
He crossed his arms,"You thought wrong. Now get out!"he said, his voice intense.
Aya narrowed her eyes,"You can't mean that. I'm going to stay right here untill you--"
She never got to finnish her sentace for he struck her hard across the face. The blow sent Aya backward onto the floor, bringing half the cover down with her. Dilandau felt himself flinch inwardly as she fell.
Aya held her cheeck in shock.."You....You hit me....."
He got off the bed,"Your point? Now get out!"
With that he lifted her roughfly by the arm and pushed her out the door. Throwing her clotheing out with her. Aya held the black sheet agenst her pale skin as she stood up as the door slamed shut. Not bothering to even grab her clothes Aya toke off down the hall. Tears blinded all her vison.
It wasn't fair. She nearly fell as she collided with something strong. She glanced up to see Migel and Lord Folken standing their.
"Aya? What happened?"Migel asked...though he had a small idea.
Not bothering to answer Aya jumped to her feet and forced her way past Folken and ran down the corridor to her own room. The instent she entered she threw herself onto the bed tears falling down her face. He'd hit her. He'd used her. He'd left her alone. She was alone agine.
She'd been so right about this entire place......and about Dilandau....She felt herself getting weaker as the tears worked their way down her face. Her entire body wracked with the sobs that escaped her. She'd been such a fool! It was over. It was all over......
A.N.-*sniff* great i'm in tears about my own fic. Well, this is ironic, I updated on my birthday and I updated a depressing chapter.....oh well.....please review pretty please......