A.N.-I'm soo sorry it toke me so long to get this out! I went on a small trip and their was a parade today and the fair is tomorrow, i'm really sorry for makeing you all wait so long! Ne-waz, thankyou all for the reviews for the last chapter, I love reading reviews they all give me a smile to wear for the day^_^_^_^_^The ending to this fic will be comeing very soon....I'm kinda sad my fics almost done:( I've decided already whats going to happen though, trust me no matter how little time I have to write these days the ending will be in no way abrupt. I've read a lot of fics in the past and many way better writeing then I think I could do^_^I really wanna go out with a bang on this fic so trust me the ending will be rather......entertaining......
Dedication-~Dilandra~, Lady Yue, TigerWolf, Wild_Majik, Satar, Hyzenthlay, *Mouse, Liz A.K.A Spawn, B girl, and Koki-San^_^_^_^_^_^_^Thankyou all for your pationce and support!^_^_^_^_^_^_^
Aya gulped back her tears as she slowly sat up. Wipeing her cheeks quickly she glanced at the door, concidering to go for her clotheing. She stood up and made half gester towards the door, stoping herself in doing so. What if she saw him in the hallway? She wasn't ready to face him, not yet anyway.
Just then Aya herd a knock on the door."W-who is it?"
"Its me, Folken, may I enter?"
Wraping the sheet tighter around her Aya walked over to the door opening it slowly,"What is it?"
He held up her clotheing,"You left this out in the hall.....I assume you would like it back?"
Aya nodded takeing the clothes,"Yea.....thanks, Folken."Slowly she toke it from his hands. Her eyes downcasted.
He placed a conferting hand on her shoulder, useing his outher metel hand to tilt her head up to him,"Do you wish to talk about it?"
Aya shook her head, stepping away,"No. I think I want to be alone for a while..thankyou anyway though."
He nodded as he turned and left. Aya threw the clotheing in the corner. They where merely a reminder of her shame. Of her navitee. Of her utter follie that someone could ever love someone like her.
Slowly she walked over to the closet and pulled out different pair of jeans and anouther shirt and belt. The pants where very baggy, but the belt managed to keep it up. She had to roll up the bottem of the pants though just to make them shorter. The shirt was red, and smaller then her outher one, this one came up showing some of her navel do to her more developed torso.
Slowly, Aya turned to gaze into the mirror. Her eyes studying the stranger that stood there before her. Her lips seemed fuller, for they now knew passion. Her once wide unbeliveing and naive eyes now seemed more wise and knowing, for they knew now the games men played. Slowly she leaned closer to get more aquated with the new Aya Black.
She stared at her image for momment, then closed her eyes breifly and turned from the mirror and left the room. She made her way down the hall, toward the Slayers training room. Wordlessly she walked over to the punching bag and began to unleash all her anger upon the harmless sand-filled bag.
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Dilandau stared silently at the door Aya had ran through not so long ago. He felt something churn in his stomake as he sat there.
"Damnit, i'm the commander of the Dragon Slayers, why am I obbsessing over some girl whos not even worthy of me!"he muttered angrly as he stood up to get dressed.
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Aya felt like a fool as she swung punch after punch at the sandfilled bag. Never before had she felt such fury. It rose hot in her chest at every breath she toke. She'd been so sure he'd loved her as much as she did him. She'd forgiven him in her heart for the things he had done before they'd meet.
She'd given him her virgentiy, and he'd left her. Just shuved her away as though she ment nothing. That feeling more then anything eles made her want to break down into tears. But no. She wasn't going to do that. No. She'd cryed her tears for him already, she wouldn't cry agine.
After she and Dilandau had made love she'd felt so compleat. So loved at last. She'd felt so protected in his arms. She'd have walked through fire for him. But now, Aya wasn't even sure if she would touch him with a 10-foot-pole. As she unleashed more of her anger onto the sandfilled bag Aya wasn't aware that she had an audiouce.
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Dalet, Chesta, Migel, Viole, and Gattie watched in utter shock as the girl pummled the bag. Tears in it where already sandfilled bag where already becomeing apparent. It wasn't only the violence she was showing in every hit, it was the strength and accuracey. She was hitting it 4 times every secoud without once faultering.
They'd all already heard about what had happened between her and their Lord Dilandau. News always had a way of getting around fast on the Vione. They all felt sorrow for Aya and anger at there commander for his treatment of the girl.
She was very vulernble, yet strong also. But her strength had its limits. They knew that. They'd all felt a sort of protectiveness for the girl. Maybe it was that chiverly for women that they'd had drilled into their minds at a young age, maybe it was teenage hormons trying to get a girl to like them, or maybe it was the fact that they'd not seen a girl like her in so long they felt the instective need to protect her from all dangers, seen or unseen.
Whatever it was, they all felt it. And seeing her in pain felt worse then a sword plunging into their chests. They watched her something akin to pity and awe. She'd been going at this for a little while without pauseing once. Beads of sweat where already makeing their way down her face.
"Why are you all just standing around?"And icy voice cut through the air, a voice they knew all too well.
Masking their emotions of fury they felt at the young commander, they turned to face him.
Migel was the first to speak,"We where merely watching the girl train, sir. She's been doing this for about 20 minutes now. Not once stoping."
Dilandau looked into the room his brow furrowing slightly as he watched Aya punch the sandfilled bag furiousely."I see."Unhurridly he made his way toward Aya. If he'd bothered to turn, he'd of seen the protectiveness of Aya reflected in his Slayers's eyes, along with the fury directed at him.
Aya frowned as she saw Dilandau approching. Abruptly Aya stopped punching the bag. Takeing a deep breath she turned and looked at Dilandau. Her greenish blue eyes flashing anger even as she looked at him, though inside on some level she relized she wanted nothing more then to throw herself into his arms and allow him to silence all her worrise with his crimson kisses and have him hold her in that protective embrace once more.
But of course she fought all these feelings. She had to. Things where different between them now. Aya glanced at him coldly. They stood their for a momment. A battle of wills prosideing between them.
Aya dropped her eyes, takeing him in mentely from toe to head. Once her eyes reached his ruby eyes she gave him a 'your such a loser' look then turned and walked from the room. The Slayers instently cleared a small path for her. Dilandau followed her with his eyes untill she turned the corner and was gone.
He returned his eyes to his slayers,"Get on with your exercises NOW!"
From his voice and his expression all the Slayers knew that this was not the time to pull anything and went hurridly about their training.
Wordlessly Dilandau left the room, after Aya. He'd barely gone a few feet when he saw Aya there, leaning carelessly agenst a wall.
"Looking for me?"she asked calmly.
Dilandau responed coldly,"Obviously."
For a momment they just stood there. Stareing at the outher. Anouther mommentarl battle of will going on between them. A battle Aya lost as she looked away from his ruby pentraiting eyes. It seemed years ago she would have gazed into them forever. For her then they where filled with love and warmth. A warmth only she had ever seen. But now they just seemed so barren and cold. So different from before. So very different.
Sighing Aya said exhasperatedly,"What do you want, Dilandau? Or should I say 'Lord Dilandau'?"her words where laced with venemful sarcasom.
Dilandau raised an eyebrow at her before smirking,"Lord Dilandau will be fine, Aya."
Aya's eyes burned in fury, in less then a blink of an eye Aya raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face,"I HATE YOU!!!!!!!"she screamed loudly. Her chest heaveing in unsupressed anger. Hate boiled hard in her chest. She was sure that had she held a weapon in her hand at that momment she would have slit his throat.
"Dilandau, I need a word with you now. About the attack."Folken said as he appeared an armslength behind Dilandau. Through her anger Aya woundered how he had done that without ither of them noticeing.
Dilandau slowly turned his face back to Aya, ignoreing the older man. Aya stared hard at the bright red mark that had begon to appear on his pale white skin. She felt a feeling of satisfaction withen her, but also a pang of regret. He flickered his eyes toward Folken."Fine."he said curtly, returning his garnite gaze to Aya he said in a voice that trimmered with pure silkey anger,"We will finnish this later, Aya."
With that he turned and left, leaveing an angry Aya behind him. But even through her fury clouded mind Aya had no doubt in her mind that his words where not only a threat but a promise as well.
A.N.-Once agine, I apologise for makeing this chapter come out so late but i've been so busy lately that I barely have time to write. Don't worry though, the ending to this fic will not be abrupt in any way. Newaz, the next chapter will be out as soon as possible^_^_^_^_^_^By the way, I love our Slayers as much as you all BUT I fear I may have to **holds back tears** kill them off like what happen the T.V. serise! I really don't want to have to do it, but it may have to be done........sorry my friends.......
Dedication-~Dilandra~, Lady Yue, TigerWolf, Wild_Majik, Satar, Hyzenthlay, *Mouse, Liz A.K.A Spawn, B girl, and Koki-San^_^_^_^_^_^_^Thankyou all for your pationce and support!^_^_^_^_^_^_^
Aya gulped back her tears as she slowly sat up. Wipeing her cheeks quickly she glanced at the door, concidering to go for her clotheing. She stood up and made half gester towards the door, stoping herself in doing so. What if she saw him in the hallway? She wasn't ready to face him, not yet anyway.
Just then Aya herd a knock on the door."W-who is it?"
"Its me, Folken, may I enter?"
Wraping the sheet tighter around her Aya walked over to the door opening it slowly,"What is it?"
He held up her clotheing,"You left this out in the hall.....I assume you would like it back?"
Aya nodded takeing the clothes,"Yea.....thanks, Folken."Slowly she toke it from his hands. Her eyes downcasted.
He placed a conferting hand on her shoulder, useing his outher metel hand to tilt her head up to him,"Do you wish to talk about it?"
Aya shook her head, stepping away,"No. I think I want to be alone for a while..thankyou anyway though."
He nodded as he turned and left. Aya threw the clotheing in the corner. They where merely a reminder of her shame. Of her navitee. Of her utter follie that someone could ever love someone like her.
Slowly she walked over to the closet and pulled out different pair of jeans and anouther shirt and belt. The pants where very baggy, but the belt managed to keep it up. She had to roll up the bottem of the pants though just to make them shorter. The shirt was red, and smaller then her outher one, this one came up showing some of her navel do to her more developed torso.
Slowly, Aya turned to gaze into the mirror. Her eyes studying the stranger that stood there before her. Her lips seemed fuller, for they now knew passion. Her once wide unbeliveing and naive eyes now seemed more wise and knowing, for they knew now the games men played. Slowly she leaned closer to get more aquated with the new Aya Black.
She stared at her image for momment, then closed her eyes breifly and turned from the mirror and left the room. She made her way down the hall, toward the Slayers training room. Wordlessly she walked over to the punching bag and began to unleash all her anger upon the harmless sand-filled bag.
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Dilandau stared silently at the door Aya had ran through not so long ago. He felt something churn in his stomake as he sat there.
"Damnit, i'm the commander of the Dragon Slayers, why am I obbsessing over some girl whos not even worthy of me!"he muttered angrly as he stood up to get dressed.
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Aya felt like a fool as she swung punch after punch at the sandfilled bag. Never before had she felt such fury. It rose hot in her chest at every breath she toke. She'd been so sure he'd loved her as much as she did him. She'd forgiven him in her heart for the things he had done before they'd meet.
She'd given him her virgentiy, and he'd left her. Just shuved her away as though she ment nothing. That feeling more then anything eles made her want to break down into tears. But no. She wasn't going to do that. No. She'd cryed her tears for him already, she wouldn't cry agine.
After she and Dilandau had made love she'd felt so compleat. So loved at last. She'd felt so protected in his arms. She'd have walked through fire for him. But now, Aya wasn't even sure if she would touch him with a 10-foot-pole. As she unleashed more of her anger onto the sandfilled bag Aya wasn't aware that she had an audiouce.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dalet, Chesta, Migel, Viole, and Gattie watched in utter shock as the girl pummled the bag. Tears in it where already sandfilled bag where already becomeing apparent. It wasn't only the violence she was showing in every hit, it was the strength and accuracey. She was hitting it 4 times every secoud without once faultering.
They'd all already heard about what had happened between her and their Lord Dilandau. News always had a way of getting around fast on the Vione. They all felt sorrow for Aya and anger at there commander for his treatment of the girl.
She was very vulernble, yet strong also. But her strength had its limits. They knew that. They'd all felt a sort of protectiveness for the girl. Maybe it was that chiverly for women that they'd had drilled into their minds at a young age, maybe it was teenage hormons trying to get a girl to like them, or maybe it was the fact that they'd not seen a girl like her in so long they felt the instective need to protect her from all dangers, seen or unseen.
Whatever it was, they all felt it. And seeing her in pain felt worse then a sword plunging into their chests. They watched her something akin to pity and awe. She'd been going at this for a little while without pauseing once. Beads of sweat where already makeing their way down her face.
"Why are you all just standing around?"And icy voice cut through the air, a voice they knew all too well.
Masking their emotions of fury they felt at the young commander, they turned to face him.
Migel was the first to speak,"We where merely watching the girl train, sir. She's been doing this for about 20 minutes now. Not once stoping."
Dilandau looked into the room his brow furrowing slightly as he watched Aya punch the sandfilled bag furiousely."I see."Unhurridly he made his way toward Aya. If he'd bothered to turn, he'd of seen the protectiveness of Aya reflected in his Slayers's eyes, along with the fury directed at him.
Aya frowned as she saw Dilandau approching. Abruptly Aya stopped punching the bag. Takeing a deep breath she turned and looked at Dilandau. Her greenish blue eyes flashing anger even as she looked at him, though inside on some level she relized she wanted nothing more then to throw herself into his arms and allow him to silence all her worrise with his crimson kisses and have him hold her in that protective embrace once more.
But of course she fought all these feelings. She had to. Things where different between them now. Aya glanced at him coldly. They stood their for a momment. A battle of wills prosideing between them.
Aya dropped her eyes, takeing him in mentely from toe to head. Once her eyes reached his ruby eyes she gave him a 'your such a loser' look then turned and walked from the room. The Slayers instently cleared a small path for her. Dilandau followed her with his eyes untill she turned the corner and was gone.
He returned his eyes to his slayers,"Get on with your exercises NOW!"
From his voice and his expression all the Slayers knew that this was not the time to pull anything and went hurridly about their training.
Wordlessly Dilandau left the room, after Aya. He'd barely gone a few feet when he saw Aya there, leaning carelessly agenst a wall.
"Looking for me?"she asked calmly.
Dilandau responed coldly,"Obviously."
For a momment they just stood there. Stareing at the outher. Anouther mommentarl battle of will going on between them. A battle Aya lost as she looked away from his ruby pentraiting eyes. It seemed years ago she would have gazed into them forever. For her then they where filled with love and warmth. A warmth only she had ever seen. But now they just seemed so barren and cold. So different from before. So very different.
Sighing Aya said exhasperatedly,"What do you want, Dilandau? Or should I say 'Lord Dilandau'?"her words where laced with venemful sarcasom.
Dilandau raised an eyebrow at her before smirking,"Lord Dilandau will be fine, Aya."
Aya's eyes burned in fury, in less then a blink of an eye Aya raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face,"I HATE YOU!!!!!!!"she screamed loudly. Her chest heaveing in unsupressed anger. Hate boiled hard in her chest. She was sure that had she held a weapon in her hand at that momment she would have slit his throat.
"Dilandau, I need a word with you now. About the attack."Folken said as he appeared an armslength behind Dilandau. Through her anger Aya woundered how he had done that without ither of them noticeing.
Dilandau slowly turned his face back to Aya, ignoreing the older man. Aya stared hard at the bright red mark that had begon to appear on his pale white skin. She felt a feeling of satisfaction withen her, but also a pang of regret. He flickered his eyes toward Folken."Fine."he said curtly, returning his garnite gaze to Aya he said in a voice that trimmered with pure silkey anger,"We will finnish this later, Aya."
With that he turned and left, leaveing an angry Aya behind him. But even through her fury clouded mind Aya had no doubt in her mind that his words where not only a threat but a promise as well.
A.N.-Once agine, I apologise for makeing this chapter come out so late but i've been so busy lately that I barely have time to write. Don't worry though, the ending to this fic will not be abrupt in any way. Newaz, the next chapter will be out as soon as possible^_^_^_^_^_^By the way, I love our Slayers as much as you all BUT I fear I may have to **holds back tears** kill them off like what happen the T.V. serise! I really don't want to have to do it, but it may have to be done........sorry my friends.......