bChapter 2/b
Standard Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters or anything else copyrighted that I mention in this story.
This was made for non-profit reasons, etc, etc, etc.
Author's Notes:
Please review this story after reading it. Arigatou, minna-san!
Italics are used for inner thoughts.
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"You let them destroy two of my Alseides units? Two?" Their captain was angry, real angry. There was fire in his eyes as he
looked at the kneeling 'slayers. He bit a finger on his gloved hand, signaling that the dragonslayers were going to get
punished.
"Forgive us!" The dragonslayers wailed.
"Step forward!" He commanded.
Dalet and Chesta knew what was coming but stood up anyway. Chesta's large blue eyes were round with fear as he awaited his
punishment. There was a loud smack as Chesta fell to the floor by the force of the slap. Next was Dalet, he was thrown to the
floor beside Chesta. Leather on bare skin was extremely painful, the other slayers knew that well since they've all
experienced it at one time or another. They all flinched as their commander's hand went down on the young soldiers' petrified
faces.
"I only say this once." Their leader continued sharply, "I don't need a couple of incompetants in my dragonslayers."
"Yes sir."
He sat back on his throne. He wasn't finished, "I've received word from Strategos that we are going to be admitting another
'slayer into our barracks. Not much information has been let out to me about the new dragonslayer yet, we will get more info
soon."
His eyes went to Gatti, "I have chosen you and Dalet, to help the new recruit feel welcome here. He'll be arriving here in a
a week or so. Be ready. That is all."
The group of dragonslayers slowly got up and headed out the doors into their quarters to get ready for dinner.
Dilandau sighed and rested his chin on his hand, i Great, another one./i He hated training new soldiers. He would have
to teach him most of the basics and make him submissive to him also. iWhat a hassle/i
The slayer with the shoulder-length haircut caught up to Gatti, "Hey, wait up!"
Gatti looked at him, he seemed unusually cheerful for someone who had just been punished by their captain.
"So, what are your thoughts about the new slayer?" Dalet asked excitedly.
"My thoughts? Well, I guess I have to meet him first." Gatti responded honestly.
"I think it'll be great to have a new slayer with us!" He smiled, the pulling of the muscle in his cheek made it hurt and
burn, "Ow..."
"Dilandau-sama will get a lot crankier." Gatti rolled his eyes, "You know how he gets when new soldiers don't obey. Punching
them is not enough for him. He feels has to punch us too to get the stress out. Remember when Miguel first came?"
"Oh, I was trying to forget about that time. My face was sore for weeks. I had bruises on top of bruises."
"That reminds me, I gotta get an icepack for my cheek."
"I'll go with you," Gatti offered and followed him to the direction of the doctor's office.
Folken nervously stood in front of the door to the medical room. A week had passed and it has been confirmed by the madoshi
that the experiments were finally complete. A million thoughts stampeded through his mind. iWhat if...?/i
He gathered up his courage and managed to knock on the door.
"The door's not locked."
He gasped, the voice sounded a lot like Dilandau's, with the same kind of attitude and style of speech. He froze, it sounded
like he was male. He felt like his nightmare had come true. With an unhappy heart, he trudged into the room.
"Dilandau." He said as he felt a wave of relief pass through him. iSo it was Dilandau./i
"Folken, I wasn't expecting you." He sounded fairly surprised.
"What are doing in a hospital bed? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm just here for a check-up. I'll be out in half an hour."
"Oh." Folken didn't know what to say next. He felt awkward standing there, he was in the wrong room. He wanted desperately to
get out and search for Renet but he knew that Dilandau will notice that something was up if he left so suddenly.
"Any news on the new slayer?" Dilandau quickly changed the subject.
"I'll probably get back to you on that this afternoon. Let's have wine together."
"Sure, alright." He wore a mischievious grin on his face.
Folken could feel him catching on to what was happening. Dilandau knew that he wasn't here to see him.
The awkward moment was broken when a doctor came into the room, "Mr. Albatou."
Folken took this as a cue to leave. Dilandau would probably ask him about this encounter during the wine break. He was a
person who asked questions point-blank. Folken had to think of an excuse before then.
For now though, he rushed to leave. He checked with the receptionist again to find the right room. The woman had apparently
mistaken room 3 with room 8.
Folken did not hesitate as much as he did before when he knocked on the door. He felt braver this time. When there was no
answer, he decided to creep into the room silently. He sat down at the foot of the bed. He was amazed, it didn't look like
Renet at all. Renet's long, wavy locks were no longer wavy. It was straight, silky and the color of his own hair. Her hair
went down to almost her waist. She was still beautiful, but in a different way.
Her red-pink eyes shot open and glared at him with a serious expression. "Who are you?" she questioned him, she did not
mumble or stutter. Folken could tell that she felt no fear.
"I'm Folken, of Zaibach."
"Really." Her voice was not sweet and sugary like Renet had been before. It dripped with seriousness and eerie calmness. It
held its own charm. "Where am I headed next?" She asked trying to sit up on the bed.
He was about to order her to put on the dragonslayer's uniform but reconsidered. The girl had to be able to make her own
decision about her direction in life.
"You have a choice. You can either join the Dragonslayers, Zaibach's elite army. Or you can come with me to gain knowledge of
science and eventually work with me to improve current inventions or create new ones." He hoped in his mind that she would
choose to come with him. He wanted her to work with him, be with him.
The corners of her mouth formed a slight smile. She tilted her head a bit to the side and looked at him, "What do you think I
will choose?"
"I don't know."
"Then guess."
"D-Did you want to come with me?"
"No." She replied, then her shoulders started to shake and an insane giggle left her throat. She cocked her head back and
giggled madly.
iWhat happened to her, is she insane?/i
"I want to... FIGHT!" At the word fight, her eyes got larger. There was something unnatural about her face.
It was chilling to see her go from one emotion to another so quickly. One minute she was serious, the next moment, she was
giggling insanely.
iGood luck Dilandau, she has chosen to be a Dragonslayer./i
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So how do you like the story so far? Please review!
Standard Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters or anything else copyrighted that I mention in this story.
This was made for non-profit reasons, etc, etc, etc.
Author's Notes:
Please review this story after reading it. Arigatou, minna-san!
Italics are used for inner thoughts.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"You let them destroy two of my Alseides units? Two?" Their captain was angry, real angry. There was fire in his eyes as he
looked at the kneeling 'slayers. He bit a finger on his gloved hand, signaling that the dragonslayers were going to get
punished.
"Forgive us!" The dragonslayers wailed.
"Step forward!" He commanded.
Dalet and Chesta knew what was coming but stood up anyway. Chesta's large blue eyes were round with fear as he awaited his
punishment. There was a loud smack as Chesta fell to the floor by the force of the slap. Next was Dalet, he was thrown to the
floor beside Chesta. Leather on bare skin was extremely painful, the other slayers knew that well since they've all
experienced it at one time or another. They all flinched as their commander's hand went down on the young soldiers' petrified
faces.
"I only say this once." Their leader continued sharply, "I don't need a couple of incompetants in my dragonslayers."
"Yes sir."
He sat back on his throne. He wasn't finished, "I've received word from Strategos that we are going to be admitting another
'slayer into our barracks. Not much information has been let out to me about the new dragonslayer yet, we will get more info
soon."
His eyes went to Gatti, "I have chosen you and Dalet, to help the new recruit feel welcome here. He'll be arriving here in a
a week or so. Be ready. That is all."
The group of dragonslayers slowly got up and headed out the doors into their quarters to get ready for dinner.
Dilandau sighed and rested his chin on his hand, i Great, another one./i He hated training new soldiers. He would have
to teach him most of the basics and make him submissive to him also. iWhat a hassle/i
The slayer with the shoulder-length haircut caught up to Gatti, "Hey, wait up!"
Gatti looked at him, he seemed unusually cheerful for someone who had just been punished by their captain.
"So, what are your thoughts about the new slayer?" Dalet asked excitedly.
"My thoughts? Well, I guess I have to meet him first." Gatti responded honestly.
"I think it'll be great to have a new slayer with us!" He smiled, the pulling of the muscle in his cheek made it hurt and
burn, "Ow..."
"Dilandau-sama will get a lot crankier." Gatti rolled his eyes, "You know how he gets when new soldiers don't obey. Punching
them is not enough for him. He feels has to punch us too to get the stress out. Remember when Miguel first came?"
"Oh, I was trying to forget about that time. My face was sore for weeks. I had bruises on top of bruises."
"That reminds me, I gotta get an icepack for my cheek."
"I'll go with you," Gatti offered and followed him to the direction of the doctor's office.
Folken nervously stood in front of the door to the medical room. A week had passed and it has been confirmed by the madoshi
that the experiments were finally complete. A million thoughts stampeded through his mind. iWhat if...?/i
He gathered up his courage and managed to knock on the door.
"The door's not locked."
He gasped, the voice sounded a lot like Dilandau's, with the same kind of attitude and style of speech. He froze, it sounded
like he was male. He felt like his nightmare had come true. With an unhappy heart, he trudged into the room.
"Dilandau." He said as he felt a wave of relief pass through him. iSo it was Dilandau./i
"Folken, I wasn't expecting you." He sounded fairly surprised.
"What are doing in a hospital bed? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm just here for a check-up. I'll be out in half an hour."
"Oh." Folken didn't know what to say next. He felt awkward standing there, he was in the wrong room. He wanted desperately to
get out and search for Renet but he knew that Dilandau will notice that something was up if he left so suddenly.
"Any news on the new slayer?" Dilandau quickly changed the subject.
"I'll probably get back to you on that this afternoon. Let's have wine together."
"Sure, alright." He wore a mischievious grin on his face.
Folken could feel him catching on to what was happening. Dilandau knew that he wasn't here to see him.
The awkward moment was broken when a doctor came into the room, "Mr. Albatou."
Folken took this as a cue to leave. Dilandau would probably ask him about this encounter during the wine break. He was a
person who asked questions point-blank. Folken had to think of an excuse before then.
For now though, he rushed to leave. He checked with the receptionist again to find the right room. The woman had apparently
mistaken room 3 with room 8.
Folken did not hesitate as much as he did before when he knocked on the door. He felt braver this time. When there was no
answer, he decided to creep into the room silently. He sat down at the foot of the bed. He was amazed, it didn't look like
Renet at all. Renet's long, wavy locks were no longer wavy. It was straight, silky and the color of his own hair. Her hair
went down to almost her waist. She was still beautiful, but in a different way.
Her red-pink eyes shot open and glared at him with a serious expression. "Who are you?" she questioned him, she did not
mumble or stutter. Folken could tell that she felt no fear.
"I'm Folken, of Zaibach."
"Really." Her voice was not sweet and sugary like Renet had been before. It dripped with seriousness and eerie calmness. It
held its own charm. "Where am I headed next?" She asked trying to sit up on the bed.
He was about to order her to put on the dragonslayer's uniform but reconsidered. The girl had to be able to make her own
decision about her direction in life.
"You have a choice. You can either join the Dragonslayers, Zaibach's elite army. Or you can come with me to gain knowledge of
science and eventually work with me to improve current inventions or create new ones." He hoped in his mind that she would
choose to come with him. He wanted her to work with him, be with him.
The corners of her mouth formed a slight smile. She tilted her head a bit to the side and looked at him, "What do you think I
will choose?"
"I don't know."
"Then guess."
"D-Did you want to come with me?"
"No." She replied, then her shoulders started to shake and an insane giggle left her throat. She cocked her head back and
giggled madly.
iWhat happened to her, is she insane?/i
"I want to... FIGHT!" At the word fight, her eyes got larger. There was something unnatural about her face.
It was chilling to see her go from one emotion to another so quickly. One minute she was serious, the next moment, she was
giggling insanely.
iGood luck Dilandau, she has chosen to be a Dragonslayer./i
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So how do you like the story so far? Please review!