Fire and Water
Chapter Eighteen
By: MysticMoon
Disclaimer: To add to my grief, I don't own Escaflowne. *in a tiny voice* Not even Dilandau.
A/N- Well it has been an interesting few weeks. I am a freshman at Midwood High School in
Brooklyn, NY and we just finished our Regents Week. NO SCHOOL!! Then when we came back,
we got new schedules, new teachers, new classes, and new friends. But I don't have any classes
with any of my crushs!!! Wahhhh!! Actually it's not that bad. Anyways, go on! Read the chapter.
It contains a heart-breaking story told by my slayer Razan.
Mariko went to a clearing in the woods early next morning. She was remembering the
wonderful scene that happened last night. Wonderful but yet confusing. She remembered seeing
the General's eyes fulled with so much emotions. The way his eyes softened right before he kissed
her. She had been afraid for a few moments because she never saw any other emotions in
Dilandau's eyes but hate. But that night, there was so much more. A new side of him has been
opened to her. She realized that Dilandau was able to love. To do more then just kill. She closed her
eyes in a blissful memory of his lips on hers'. *Oh how he tasted so good...his lips so sweet and gentle
and...*
"Mariko? Can we talk?" Razan watched her eyes open and snapped up to look at him.
He apparently seemed to have broken some trance of hers. He watched her nodded her head
slowly.
"About what?" Mariko questioned. She was a bit disappointed that it was only Razan but
company was better then no company at all. She was eager for conversation.
"For some strange reason, I am compelled to tell you my family history. I never told anyone
because I've never met another Draconian." Razan told the Princess.
"Please tell me about it." she replied, a bit curious about what he was about to tell her.
"I had a brother. His name was Sotan. We looked alike, with the same blue eyes and blond
hair. That's because we were twins. He was four minutes older then me, so it makes him my older
brother. But his wings were blood red with streaked black. You do know what the red and black
means right?" Razan inquired.
"Yea. Dark red with black is believed to be the colors of the Devil by the Draconians. Are
you telling me that you're brother had weird wing color and he was discriminated as well?" Mariko
asked. She was very curious and interested in Razan's story.
"Well no. Not exactly. You see, Sotan was young so the elders did not blame his wings'
color on him. Instead they blamed it on my mother." Razan said with tears welling up.
"Oh no. Why did they blame it on her??" the Princess asked.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not completely Draconian. I am part Sylphian." Razan confessed.
"Wait. Sylphians. Aren't they the mystical creatures destined to protect the skies?" Was
your mother one of them?" Mariko asked.
"Yes. She was a full Sylphian and my father was a Draconian. My mother moved into the
Draconian village. The elders did not exactly trusted her. You know, they were prejudice. At the
same time my brother's wings was exposed, a great sickness swept through. Everyone immediately
pointed fingers at my mother. One morning, some people came and took her. They tied her to an
alter and killed her. My whole family was screaming but they killed her nevertheless. Then they
burned her body. Imagine being only five and watching your mother die, watching her blood....."
Razan continued in great sobs that racked his body.
"Oh god. I can't believe they would do that. I am so sorry. But what happened to the
rest of your family." Mariko asked in deep sorrow.
"My brother, Sotan, the Draconian with the devil's wings. He was kidnapped by the
village people and sold off to some Zaibach merchant. I don't where he is now. I joined the
Zaibach army so I could find him but I haven't heard about him yet. My sister was a Sylphian though.
You know how in a Sylphian bloodline, females rule but in the Draconian its' mostly males. Me and
my father feared for her life. We did not want her to have the same fate our mother did. My father
shipped her off to Fanelia to our uncle's place. My uncle was a nobleman in the Fanelian courts.
But she never arrived there. Like my twin brother, I do not know of her fate." Razan finished, still
shaking from his tears and pain.
Mariko did not know what to do. She did the only thing that was reasonable at the time.
She hugged him, to comfort him. "I'm sorry" Mariko said quietly. Razan sniffed.
"Well well well. Isn't this sweet?" Dilandau drawled out mockingly at the scene before him.
Both Mariko and Razan looked up in surprised, then fear.
"Lord Dilandau! I'm sorr.." *SLAP* Razan fell back, holding his red face in his hand. Mariko
came and helped him up to his feet.
"I will not have a slayer slack off like you do. Aren't you supposed to be tending to the
horses?" The General asked with a dangerous voice.
"Hai Master Dilandau." Razan ran off leaving Mariko very alone with a furious General.
Dilandau dropped his voice to a near whisper. "Now where were we last night? Hmm...
I say right about here." Dilandau traced her lips softly with the tip of his gloved finger down to her
chin. He gently cupped it and brought her face to his. Oh she wanted to taste his lips again. He
swept his lips across hers' gently. But it was over sooner then she would like it to be.
"So the new slayer is a demon creature? One of the Draconians, huh? Just like the White
Dragon? Pathetic. Not only that, he is a Sylphian. Hmmm....this is interesting though. He may be
weak as a Draconian but Sylphians are a strong breed. They are creatures with a dark history.
Almost like vampires. I like that....Destiny is to protect the skies." Dilandau told her. He seemed to be
talking to himself more then to her.
"I don't need you to tell me the history of Sylphians. And Razan is not weak!" the princess
defended.
Dilandau snapped back to attention. He took Mariko by the shoulders and shook her
gently. He threw back his head and laughed.
"What is so funny?" the princess asked, clearly annoyed.
"You're a Draconian.." He said accused quietly.
Mariko could feel his breathe on her lips. His mouth just hovering above hers', teasing her.
"And what are you going to do about it?" She knew what she wanted him to do.
"Nothing." With that Dilandau abrutly dropped his hand from her cheek and started to
move away from her back to camp.
A/N- No offense to any Dilandau fans since I am one, but don't you think Dilandau has PMS? He got
weird mood swings and such. Hehehe. Oh about PMS, Dilandau IS NOT a girl in my fic. He was never
one either. Although it was an interesting plot, I shudder when I think about Dilly as a girl. *shudders*
Especially Allen's little sister. *double shudders* Ok...so how would I fit Razan's family story into this fic?
Find out next time! *sounds all high and cheesy* Blah anyways, Review please ¬_¬
Chapter Eighteen
By: MysticMoon
Disclaimer: To add to my grief, I don't own Escaflowne. *in a tiny voice* Not even Dilandau.
A/N- Well it has been an interesting few weeks. I am a freshman at Midwood High School in
Brooklyn, NY and we just finished our Regents Week. NO SCHOOL!! Then when we came back,
we got new schedules, new teachers, new classes, and new friends. But I don't have any classes
with any of my crushs!!! Wahhhh!! Actually it's not that bad. Anyways, go on! Read the chapter.
It contains a heart-breaking story told by my slayer Razan.
Mariko went to a clearing in the woods early next morning. She was remembering the
wonderful scene that happened last night. Wonderful but yet confusing. She remembered seeing
the General's eyes fulled with so much emotions. The way his eyes softened right before he kissed
her. She had been afraid for a few moments because she never saw any other emotions in
Dilandau's eyes but hate. But that night, there was so much more. A new side of him has been
opened to her. She realized that Dilandau was able to love. To do more then just kill. She closed her
eyes in a blissful memory of his lips on hers'. *Oh how he tasted so good...his lips so sweet and gentle
and...*
"Mariko? Can we talk?" Razan watched her eyes open and snapped up to look at him.
He apparently seemed to have broken some trance of hers. He watched her nodded her head
slowly.
"About what?" Mariko questioned. She was a bit disappointed that it was only Razan but
company was better then no company at all. She was eager for conversation.
"For some strange reason, I am compelled to tell you my family history. I never told anyone
because I've never met another Draconian." Razan told the Princess.
"Please tell me about it." she replied, a bit curious about what he was about to tell her.
"I had a brother. His name was Sotan. We looked alike, with the same blue eyes and blond
hair. That's because we were twins. He was four minutes older then me, so it makes him my older
brother. But his wings were blood red with streaked black. You do know what the red and black
means right?" Razan inquired.
"Yea. Dark red with black is believed to be the colors of the Devil by the Draconians. Are
you telling me that you're brother had weird wing color and he was discriminated as well?" Mariko
asked. She was very curious and interested in Razan's story.
"Well no. Not exactly. You see, Sotan was young so the elders did not blame his wings'
color on him. Instead they blamed it on my mother." Razan said with tears welling up.
"Oh no. Why did they blame it on her??" the Princess asked.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not completely Draconian. I am part Sylphian." Razan confessed.
"Wait. Sylphians. Aren't they the mystical creatures destined to protect the skies?" Was
your mother one of them?" Mariko asked.
"Yes. She was a full Sylphian and my father was a Draconian. My mother moved into the
Draconian village. The elders did not exactly trusted her. You know, they were prejudice. At the
same time my brother's wings was exposed, a great sickness swept through. Everyone immediately
pointed fingers at my mother. One morning, some people came and took her. They tied her to an
alter and killed her. My whole family was screaming but they killed her nevertheless. Then they
burned her body. Imagine being only five and watching your mother die, watching her blood....."
Razan continued in great sobs that racked his body.
"Oh god. I can't believe they would do that. I am so sorry. But what happened to the
rest of your family." Mariko asked in deep sorrow.
"My brother, Sotan, the Draconian with the devil's wings. He was kidnapped by the
village people and sold off to some Zaibach merchant. I don't where he is now. I joined the
Zaibach army so I could find him but I haven't heard about him yet. My sister was a Sylphian though.
You know how in a Sylphian bloodline, females rule but in the Draconian its' mostly males. Me and
my father feared for her life. We did not want her to have the same fate our mother did. My father
shipped her off to Fanelia to our uncle's place. My uncle was a nobleman in the Fanelian courts.
But she never arrived there. Like my twin brother, I do not know of her fate." Razan finished, still
shaking from his tears and pain.
Mariko did not know what to do. She did the only thing that was reasonable at the time.
She hugged him, to comfort him. "I'm sorry" Mariko said quietly. Razan sniffed.
"Well well well. Isn't this sweet?" Dilandau drawled out mockingly at the scene before him.
Both Mariko and Razan looked up in surprised, then fear.
"Lord Dilandau! I'm sorr.." *SLAP* Razan fell back, holding his red face in his hand. Mariko
came and helped him up to his feet.
"I will not have a slayer slack off like you do. Aren't you supposed to be tending to the
horses?" The General asked with a dangerous voice.
"Hai Master Dilandau." Razan ran off leaving Mariko very alone with a furious General.
Dilandau dropped his voice to a near whisper. "Now where were we last night? Hmm...
I say right about here." Dilandau traced her lips softly with the tip of his gloved finger down to her
chin. He gently cupped it and brought her face to his. Oh she wanted to taste his lips again. He
swept his lips across hers' gently. But it was over sooner then she would like it to be.
"So the new slayer is a demon creature? One of the Draconians, huh? Just like the White
Dragon? Pathetic. Not only that, he is a Sylphian. Hmmm....this is interesting though. He may be
weak as a Draconian but Sylphians are a strong breed. They are creatures with a dark history.
Almost like vampires. I like that....Destiny is to protect the skies." Dilandau told her. He seemed to be
talking to himself more then to her.
"I don't need you to tell me the history of Sylphians. And Razan is not weak!" the princess
defended.
Dilandau snapped back to attention. He took Mariko by the shoulders and shook her
gently. He threw back his head and laughed.
"What is so funny?" the princess asked, clearly annoyed.
"You're a Draconian.." He said accused quietly.
Mariko could feel his breathe on her lips. His mouth just hovering above hers', teasing her.
"And what are you going to do about it?" She knew what she wanted him to do.
"Nothing." With that Dilandau abrutly dropped his hand from her cheek and started to
move away from her back to camp.
A/N- No offense to any Dilandau fans since I am one, but don't you think Dilandau has PMS? He got
weird mood swings and such. Hehehe. Oh about PMS, Dilandau IS NOT a girl in my fic. He was never
one either. Although it was an interesting plot, I shudder when I think about Dilly as a girl. *shudders*
Especially Allen's little sister. *double shudders* Ok...so how would I fit Razan's family story into this fic?
Find out next time! *sounds all high and cheesy* Blah anyways, Review please ¬_¬