*smiles* It's been a long time since I've updated, ne? And thanx for the lecture, Tigereye (of something), it really let me see straight!
I'll Fight
Chapter 8 - It's doesn't take
an Einstein to figure it out.
Weeks had passed, since Erika's first night. She was now an official Dragonslayer of Zaibach, under Dilandau's command. Her day was the same; get up early in the morning, eat some dull artificial breakfast, then train. When she went to bed at night, her sore muscles ached, and she drifted to sleep, listening to Gatti's content purring of a snore.
It was one of the little free times
they had during the day. People were all around, doing whatever the heck
they pleased. Erika gazed dully out the window, on the Vine while playing,
peacefully with a thin, silver chain around her neck. She gazed at her
pale reflection in the transparent window. She saw herself a small, alone
girl, thinned
and frail looking. Sitting alone
and silently, seemingly oblivious to all the laughter and noise around
her. Faintly, she could hear Gatti's purring laugh, yet again. She could
picture him now, his head thrown back, while his blond hair was shook back
while his body rocked with laughter.
Sighing, she rested her chin in her
hands, letting go of the silver chain. She rocked herself back and forth.
She lowered her head, and gazed into her lap. She had changed so much.
Her normal clothes were gone. She was now dressed in clad black and blue
leather. Elbow length, fingerless gloves covered half of her arms, and
a dark blue
shirt, whose sleeves ended an inch
above where the gloves ended, covered her top. Tight black pants, ending
above the knee, and flaring out in an unusual silky, yet sandy, netting
material, so unlike the tight black leather. Then black, leather boots.
She sighed again. She supposed she might as well as get used to her clothes.
It looked much more comfortable then what the rest wore, the thick, clunky,
hard Armour.
She lifted a hand and brought it to palm with the reflection of her hand in the window. Hollow eyes stared back at hers. She frowned at her reflection, hating what she saw. She wasn't supposed to look like this! She was supposed to be the fit, young, girl, who was still living life like a kid! Hell, she was still a kid! She was barely what you could call, developed, she hadn't had a period, and this lead to the fact that most obviously stood out, that she was a virgin. Which also lead to the annoying bug stuck in Erika's mind, of the way that Dilandau had touched her few weeks ago…
Pervert…Erika thought, her eyebrows clashing together in an even deeper frown. Stupid perverted men who would do anything to put their filthy paws on young women…in this case, young kid…
She pouted, then swung her legs over her window seat, and got up from the seat, dusting her pants off. It seemed that she had sat for so long, that she had begun to catch dust.
She stalked, past Gatti, who peered at her, his eyes following her over his deck of cards, and then throwing down his cards, proclaiming "Royal Flush. Knew she was good luck." He beamed. Then he jumped up, evidently making to follow her. He would have made it, if he hadn't clumsily crashed into Chesta, who bumped into Dalet who bumped into Guimel, and like a line of black and blue dominoes, each one fell and pushed against one another, ending with Migel, who surprised, fell over and wouldn't-you-know-it bumped over to Erika, who unluckily did not have someone to bump into, and fell right into the floor.
So you can imagine this? A row of soldiers, all high and mighty, and now instead looking like fallen dominoes.
"Shit." Gatti mumbled, before covering his mouth quickly, and looked around to see if Migel, the oh-so-stiff-and-no-swearing one hadn't heard. He hadn't, because he was right on top of Erika.
Why does this always happen? Erika groaned, and looked her eyes, expecting again to see the thirsty, red eyes as before. To her obvious surprise, she saw a pair of blue-grayish brown eyes, peering up at her.
"..Crap.." Migel muttered, as he took in the situation. This is…not good…no no…let's see, if Gatti is on Chesta, who is on Dalet whose looking like he's enjoying this quite a bit - oh ew…umm, if Dalet's face is in Guimel's head…is he sniffing the hair? Urgghh…umm, Guimel's on top of Biore, whose looking rather bored…and on…on…and that leads to me…why me?
And at the same time, Erika was thinking the same thoughts, ending also with a Why me?
Migel looked sheepishly at Erika. "Hi.." He said, uncomfortably. She stared at him, then tried to wriggle out from under him.
No use. She gave up. "Hi." She said, indifferently, looking anywhere but at him.
Which was probably a good thing, because as soon as Erika had begun to speak, whether single word or not, Migel's eyes had been drawn, like a magnet to her lips. He had stared, fascinated as it had uttered the single word, and closed, and parted a bit, as she had unconsciously began looking everywhere. The two pink pieces of skin, smooth without an etch, were slightly open, showing a bit of her inside mouth. He found himself, peering into the small part, and found a glimmer of toothpaste white teeth, and a pinky red tongue.
Which is what any sane person would expect to find in one's mouth.
Thereby proving that Migel Labariel, is not, or at the moment was not, a very sane person to expect much more.
His eyes drew up from her lips, to her face. The smooth, ivory skin, all clear and wrinkle free. Her eyes, a bright mix of green and hints of the beautiful colours you might expect to see in an underwater ocean, lined with a solid, obsidian black, were looking from here to there.
His eyes, took in her beauty, and she lay there, against the white tile floor, her inky dark hair spread against her pale skin, and the white floor, that if you had just look at her, from the neck up, the first thought that would come to you would be, some sort of beautiful arch angel.
And these were the virgin thoughts swimming through Migel's head, at the moment, his wide eyes watching her. He was overcome with an emotion, so sudden, and so blasting, eh couldn't quite place what it was telling him to do.
Then the fogginess of the emotion cleared, and it was clear, so clear that even Migel, couldn't even lie to himself, so that the message being sent to his brain could be turned backwards.
He wanted to kiss her.
At first, he supposed, trying to push away the reluctant will, that this was just a stage growing boys were going through. To kiss, and want to kiss was a normal phase, of growing to men, wasn't it? Yes, it was. He was pret-ty sure.
And then came the tricky part, he couldn't figure out.
If you wanted to kiss someone, which was the phase that all men went through - except maybe Dilandau, sometimes he wasn't even sure if Dilandau ever went through any growing phases - would you follow along the emotion? Would you go ahead and kiss the woman, the one who had caused this irritating - yet surprisingly pleasant - feeling? And what if the women didn't like it? And slapped you? Migel wasn't quite sure, if Erika was the aggressive type, she sure didn't look like it, delicate, and angelic looking. But what if she did? For sure then, the only emotion that he would be feeling would be pain.
So…should he kiss her?
This was like practically talking to himself.
Migel's Question: Should I kiss her?
Most obvious answer: I don't know. Do you want to?
It was getting quite ridiculous.
Miguel frowned, and pursed his lips, in thoughtful concentration of trying to answer the oh-so-hard question that his mental mind was sending to his hard-to-crack-as-ice mind.
Unfortunately - or fortunately, whichever comes first - it seemed, that as he was trying to be Einstein to his own personal Trivia Pursuit, the others, behind him, had proceeded to get up. So thus, the person on top of him, that had sandwiched him with Erika, got up. The force of his getting up, knocked Migel forward higher. Higher, as in, Erika's face level.
"Wha…" Erika heard herself say, as she raised her head to get up, not even noticing Migel was on top of her. Her eyes were still set on an 'interesting' spot on the ceiling.
And, coincidently Migel had just put his head down, to raise his legs to get up.
So when both heads dip into the same direction, what happens?
So answers Migel's hard question.
It wasn't much of a kiss, actually. Migel's lips just brushed by Erika's gently, and half a second later, he was up from the ground, and was facing the wall, another 'interesting' spot catching his gaze.
Erika lay, stunned a bit on the ground, before struggling to get up, way too quickly, and stumbled into something - or someone.
Dilandau paused, and looked down at the something - or someone that had crashed into his legs, or boots. He had often thought to himself that people, under him were meant to kiss his boots, but this 'kiss' was a bit out of hand, and, if he were to complain, slightly harsh.
But as he looked down, he saw something much more intriguing - and interesting - than a person to kiss his boots, He saw a crumpled figure, midnight hair streaming down her shoulders. He smirked.
He bent down, grabbed her by the shoulders, and brought her up standing. She stood for a little while, before her legs gave way underneath her, and she collapsed, like a flower closing. Dilandau gritted his teeth, and caught her by the waist as she fell, and swung her over his shoulder. He looked around. Nobody had even noticed he had come in. Normally, he would take this as a personal insult - people were supposed to stand up straight, and chorus a formal greeting to him, when he entered a room. But at the moment, he was feeling the weight on his left shoulder, and he shrugged off the insult, and headed to sickbay.
I can't believe I kissed her! What in the hell was I thinking!? Was I even thinking?
No, Migel decided determinedly. I obviously was not thinking when I did...that damned action. And once again,I did not think, because I have just said the word "Damned." And then, realizing he had jsut said it again, took his ehad in both hands, and gave himself a pinch. "..I am...dreaming..." He mumbled to himself. "...I have to dreaming, because when I am awake..I do not say the words 'damn' or 'damned' or - Damnit, I just said it again! Oh, and again once more - "
"Once more?"
"Aghh!" In shock, Migel spun around, only to face a wide-eyed Chesta, giving him the most peculiar expression. "..Oh it's you."
"Yes," Asnwered Chesta, playing with his fingers uncomfortably. "..And I'm not quite sure if I heard right...but I think you just said 'damn.'"
"I..." Migel's mouth went dry. "..did not.." He finished lamely. "...Now if you excuse me, I have to go - " He stopped. "Where's Erika?"
"Erika?" Chesta wrinkled his face a little. "Ah." He smiled. "She left with Dilandau a few minutes ago." He thought a bit. "...or something like that."
Left with Dilandau...or something..
Migel scowled, and kicked the wall with his boot. "Damnit!" He swore, before turning in the opposite direction.
Chesta rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I
was right.." He mumbled thoughtfully. "He did say 'damn.'"
And with this curious piece of information rocketing around in his head,
he headed for the direction Migel had left in.
Author's Note:
Yeah, I know, it's been like, what, FOREVER, since I last updated..but, anyways, it's up, and up, and that's all that matters!
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