Well, how's it going so far

Well, how's it going so far? Yes, no? Should I just give up and pump gas for a living? Eh? Is anyone out there? Oh well, I might as well get on with the story. Uh enjoy, all.

It was pitch black, as Angela entered her one way ride to Zybach. 'Too dark to see the box. I'll just have to wait to see it. I'm just so tired, I'll just rest my eyes.' And with those thoughts the Ispano princess fell into a deep sleep, one brought on by pure emotional exhaustion.

"Miss, Miss, wake up, we're here" The driver shook Angela out of her deep sleep and almost got socked for doing so.

"Sorry, um, what time is it?" Being woken up in the middle of the night was something she generally didn't take lightly. Especially when it involved going into Zybach.

"It's 4:00 in the morning miss" Bob, the driver said quickly, afraid of being hit by an extremely unhappy princess. "Should I unpack your bags?"

"Um yes, please, don't worry about the ones in the carriage. I'll take care of those." Bob (I love that name) looked into the carriage and saw that there were at least four big bags in there.

"But, miss, there are a lot of bags in there and you shouldn't carry so many heavy things and…" he protested, but Angela held up her hand and silenced him.

"I can handle them, just get the ones on the roof. Thank you." She easily reached in and lifted all the bags in her arms.

"Miss, if you don't mind my saying, how…"

"How can I lift these by myself?"

"Exactly" Angela laughed a little.

"I may look frail, but, remember, I was raised with guys as my only friends so, I should be able to lift a little" Bob just stared at her. That's a little?

Both walked up to the door and waited while Angela knocked on the door. Rapped is more like it, actually. She knocked so hard it could have woken the dead. Not the dragonslayers though, so she knocked even harder, if that was even possible. Finally, footsteps were heard trampling down the stairs and to the door. Dilandau opened the door and stood there, waiting for an explanation, but both Angela and Bob just gaped at him. He had come to the door, in a shirt and boxers. Ones with little flames on them. Angela could hardly contain her laughter.

"Y…you *giggle* were *giggle* expecting me?" Dilandau stifled a yawn and glared at her.

"Not until at least until tomorrow, bitch. How dare you disturb my beauty sleep? And what is so damn funny?" he asked, having no idea the way he was dressed. Angela just giggled and pointed at his boxers. Dilandau looked down, saw what he was wearing, and blushed a deep crimson, as red as the flames on his shorts.

"Well, don't just stand there, you might as well come in." Angela waved Bob off and proceeded to carry all of her bags inside. Dilandau stopped her.

"Wait until morning before you take those to your room. There's no room prepared now, so you'll have to bunk with the other dragonslayers for now."

"Fine, which room?"

"First one on the left. And be quiet about it, I need my men to be ready for practice."

"Yes sir" Angela quipped, saluted, and proceeded to the room to be called her bedroom for the night.

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"Gatti, I'm not dreaming am I?" A very confused Guimel asked, referring to the woman asleep in the extra bed in the dragonslayer's bedchambers.

"Nope, you're not dreaming. What do you make of it, Dalet?" Migel inquired.

"I guess she's lost. Maybe, she has the wrong castle." Gatti answered. "Hey Chesta, wake up, baka! There's a woman below you.

"Mmm… Don't make jokes guys." An extremely tired Chesta commented.

"We're not joking, there's actually a woman sleeping in the bed beneath you." Dalet informed Chesta. Finally, Chesta woke up and tried to sneak a peak at her by leaning over the top of his bunk, but in doing so, he fell to the floor with a loud thump.

"Jeez, you guys certainly are loud" A now very awake Angela stated. "So, are you guys part of the famous 'dragonslayers' or did I not find the right room?"

"No, you're in the right place, gorgeous, we are the dragonslayers." Dalet said, obviously making a pass.

"Watch how you speak to a princess." Angela hated rude people and made it a point to correct them if they stepped out of line.

"Princess? Wait, are you that princess who came here the other day and socked master Dilandau? What was your name? Angela was it?" Migel questioned.

"That's me."

"No way, you're the one who belted Master Dilandau? Wow." Guimel was impressed, although because of that incident, Dilandau had made them work even harder. But still, it was impressive. Angela just blushed and nodded at their questions.

"Why did you leave so suddenly?" Chesta, who had finally recovered from falling on his head, asked.

Angela then remembered the other reason she had come to Zybach in the first place… Folken. She still needed to talk to him so, instead of answering their question, she asked, "Where is Folken? Do you guys know?"

"He's never here this early in the morning. He usually gets up really early and no one sees him until late in the afternoon. Why do you ask?" Chesta asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. Who would want to find Lord Folken?

"No reason. I was just wondering. What time is it anyway?"

Gatti looked at the sun. "By the position of the sun, I'd say that it's… 8:00, Princess. Damn, it's time to get ready" He looked at the other four. "Let's go." Without warning, all five boys jumped out of their beds and began pulling on the armor laid in clumps at the foot of their beds. The noise was almost deafening. Angela just pulled the cover over her head and prayed it would be over soon.

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"Lord Dornkirk, please, send this girl away. We don't need her puny country." Dilandau was aiming to have Angela sent back to Ispano after the 'little' incident with the boxers. "She's a no good, spoiled bitch and…"

"And you will act civilized towards her at any cost. Do you hear me? Ispano is the peak of Guymelif production, and we will not lose their information just because you think she's a bitch. Try to get along with her. Is that clear?" Dornkirk lectured.

"Yes sir." Dilandau bowed and started to leave the room when Dornkirk stopped him.

"You should be able to understand her, Dilandau. You are a bit of a bitch sometimes too." Dornkirk laughed like a madman, and Dilandau took this opportunity to slip out of the room.

He absolutely hated when Dornkirk acted like a smart-ass, but it wasn't as if he minded getting compared to her. Dilandau shook his head to drive those types of thoughts away. He must be going soft. Anyway, he had better things to do. It was his favorite part of the day. Training the Dragonslayers. He laughed to himself and walked down to the training area where he could vent his rage at the unsuspecting troops.

Well, that was part 7 for the 'millions' of people reviewing this fic. Don't worry, all of you who are in fact reading and enjoying this fic, especially SSJ_Chocobo, I won't do something drastic like say that I won't write anymore chapters unless I get reviews. It's just not my stile. I'm just curious to know what you think of my writing. So maybe you could help me out by telling me whether or not it's up to par with the other writers at fanfiction.net?