1.1.1 Broken for you
By Bef Kage Aka-chi
Chapter five
The Dragonslayers were sprawled around their dorm watching Dalet and Guimel act out Romeo and Juliet for them. Their assignment was to read the play by the next literature lesson, but as any group of self respecting fourteen year olds would do they waited till they were a few days away from the due date before even looking at it.
It was when they realized Shakespeare hadn't written it in English that they began to worry. So Chesta had suggested that they act it out and see if that helped – Shakespeare's plays were meant to be acted not just read. Dalet and Guimel had readily pushed a few of the wooden chests in the dorm together to create a makeshift play. The others watched as the two did their own take on Romeo and Juliet with only minor interruptions for translations of strange language, the minority who did understand helped as quietly as they could.
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"What dose that d-word mean?"
"I think it means…"
Dalet had paused and look at the lines again, he turned red in the face then threw himself back onto the bed behind the stage curling up in fits of laughter. Guimel's ears turned red under his fluffy blond hair as he too started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Chesta didn't get it.
"It means – It means – HA HA!" Guimel gave up and went back to laughing.
"Get a dictionary and look it up Chess."
"Alright." Chesta climbed over people to reach the bookshelf on the other wall. "Where is it?" he asked after searching for a few seconds when he couldn't find it. Then a group of hysterical laughter from the back of the room erupted and from over there some one yelled back.
"The word means AREA!!!!!"
"So?" asked a few who weren't that quick. Dalet rolled of the bed clutching his side.
"Say the line again – put area in instead of the D word!!!"
****************** someone read it then looked at the others blankly as the whole room began to laugh, not getting it still. "What?!"
"*********" Guimel tried to spell it out for him "now what's ********?" the person finally got it and proclaimed that Shakespeare was a pervert but even Chesta laughed at him.
"Shut up, puissant, just cause you didn't get it don't get angry at us!" Dalet shouted across the room using the fives favorite nickname for Dragonslayers who hadn't been in the program since most of the begging, or who had still failed to gain their respect. The offenders shoulders dropped and he asked for them to just go on with it
Down the hall at that same time: he paced in front of the door, back and forth like a guard, stopping a moment and considering entrance then changing his mind and finishing his walk to the other side. Finally another tall Figure entered the scene, they conversed for a short time then walked off in opposite directions. But the person supposedly inside the room could see none of that, all she saw were the black swirls in front of her eyes as she drifted back in memory of earlier experiences…
A strange voice echoed in her mind Subject 00262247 reinstallation commence. That voice was annoying, why was it in her head? Stupid voice, what did all those words mean… the black swirls in front of her closed eyes began to swirl and take shape, forming images she knew.
Sequence one of operation proceed. The annoying voice commanded again as the shapes shifted and became solid – forming a room with white walls and a bright light, white cots with white starchy sheets and a lumpy white pillow. She was content to just lie there with her eyes closed but something pushed her to get moving. She wasn't alone in the spacious room, she could sense some one else – she also felt that outside the room nothing was as bright, like the darkness outside was just waiting to get in and devour her and the other person. Something was moving around, she hadn't opened her eyes but, something was moving. The something was now very close to her bed and she scrounged her eyes tighter hoping that it would help hide her from whatever it was. She didn't want those scary men to come back, they had put her here, in this room, just before she fell asleep, she wanted to stay asleep. The moving thing wouldn't let her escape, her bed creaked back and forth but she only closed her eyes harder and balled up her fists. Finally she gave in and opened them, blinded at first her fuzzy vision came in to focus on a pair of garnet red circles, those were pretty. She opened her eyes more and found it helped to see better after you got used to the light faster. The thing that had moved came closer and looked back at her, it was almost strange to have something look back at her, the men had looked at her, but she hadn't seen them do it, she always had her eyes closed shut and refused to look at them. She reached her hand out and felt the face that held the eyes, soft and pale, almost devoid of color, and it couldn't have been the light that made it look that way. Why was it so light? The thing grabbed her arm and tried to pull it away but she had legs, she kicked her foot at it from under the sheets and it fell back. She could see him all at once now, because it was indeed a little boy, she wondered who he was and if she had hurt him. She got down from her cot, the floor ice cold to the bare pads of her feet. She tip toed over to him, for this was a place where loud noises seemed inappropriate, holding out a hand she offered him up to get up. He took it and she was surprised at the weight that followed the soft hand. His hair was sliver, his eyes were garnet, his skin was pale – she compared him to the only other person she had met – her hair was yellow, her eyes were cold blue, her skin was pale too but not as ivory white as his. She let go of his hand there ended the first meeting of Refina Oriole and Dilandau Albatou. End sequence one.
Dilandau walked down the dimly lit hallway paying no attention to where he was going. He had just spent about an hour in front of the infirmary so his legs were a bit stiff. He considered going to the dorm but thought the Ryuu were being to loud so he just, wandered around. He found himself in the melef hanger, staring up at his red guymelef, remembering all the battles it represented. He continued walking along the line till he reached Refinas guymelef. Her new orange armor stood out against the others muted blue. He thought back to when they had first gotten into their melefs and it struck him as funny that he felt completely natural in one when she, at first, couldn't even get used to the thought of the purple goo.
Similar memories were going through another's mind.
Sequence two of operation proceed. There was a smell of polished wood in the training facility that hadn't been there before. They must have cleaned it in preparation for the ceremony. She was now ten years old and in front of her stood the four generals, Folken, and the Sorceres. They told them the first parts of their training were complete and that they would be receiving the second part as a group. Twelve boys their same age had been selected by the Ziback government to attempt admission into the Dragonslayers. She knew that he would be the leader, she was grateful for this, she didn't want to be responsible for them so she was glad to be second. They told them that they would be tested and evaluated, for the first time they would fight each other. Refina was sure she could win in the sword rounds, she was faster than he was if not better in technique overall. But what she feared was the guymelefs. She had done little to please the trainers in this area of fighting even though she had spent hours at night getting help from him in exchange for companionship on pranks and midnight adventures. She had only just gotten their approval and luck had more to do with it than skill in her opinion. She had estimated right: she won two out of three rounds in sword fighting but lost spectacularly twice in a row when she was placed in a guymelef. At least she met the standards required and could join him with the dragonslayers, her skill with a sword had made up for her lack of in a guymelef. She looked over at him caught his eye. Was he nervous about the sorcerers too, she saw his hand griping the hilt of his blade and that set look on his face. She wouldn't show her emotions but he knew she was as uncomfortable as he was. End sequence two.
Folken completed his pace around the Vione for the third time that day. He had concerns about the sorcerers motives and interests concerning Refina. He had learned from them of many things finally surpassing them and thus so gaining resentment and contempt. He had disapproved of their experiments and was unsettled on their means of correcting the "subject" He sat in his officers quarters staring blankly at the numbers and charts displayed on his desk. He had work to do, as always, but for once his mind was wandering away from it. He couldn't focus on the calculations and began to think that he may not be able to get anything done today. He was also concerned with Dilandau's reaction to the sorcerers. He had never been fond of them but to bear such contempt for them made Folken wonder when that had developed. He gave up on the calculations for a solution to the stealth cloak problem and went to see how Refina was fairing.
Walking down the halls his dark demeanor almost camouflaged him, making him appear as part of the black walls. He had intended to send Dilandau away from the infirmary entrance again but he couldn't find him. In truth Folken had become lonely without Naria and Eria to keep him company. He passed into the dragonslayers wing of the ship but the group of young pilots who were too occupied with making jokes about something or other, most likely obscene, that they didn't notice him pass by without a word.
He passed on wandering into the hanger thinking the fresh air would help clear his mind and allow him to focus with less effort. He gazed off at the clouds drifting by and they sparked a memory buried deep inside him, covered with the years of his life in Ziback. Unlike his recent world his mind was taking him back to warm seas of soft green grass, to hazy blue skies where the clouds were always puffy and white and you could lay back on the mattress of grass and stare as the clouds took shapes and call them out loud…
"Brother! That one looks like a rabbit!"
"Van, all the clouds you see you say look like a rabbit." He let a gentle laugh escape his lips. It had been so easy to laugh back then, but now, now he never even showed emotions at all.
"That's 'cause they all do. And that one looks like a bunny with flopped over ears." Van pointed to another bunny cloud that joined the other five or so in his view.
"And that one looks like a bunny with out ears or a tail or a nose or a body." Folken teased him and pointed at a cloud they hadn't named yet.
"No, that one looks like a… like a…" Van tried to think. "Yah, It does." Folken laughed again and gave him a noggie for being a dolt.
"Van, it looks like a row boat!."
"Oh, well I still think it's a bunny."
Folken sighed "Okay it's a bunny."
"Glad you finally see that." Van smiled and so did Folken. But Folken doesn't smile anymore… Folken doesn't have a little brother to fool around with anymore, he has the dreams of Ziback and his work to occupy his time. And they were calling him back to reality the minute he saw Dilandau heading for the infirmary yet again.
"Dilandau. Refina is asleep, do not wake her or it will extend her time in sick bay. I have told you this before please follow my instructions." He had almost added "for once" under his breath but thought better of it.
"Yes. Folken." The pale boy turned on his heal and left for some other form of entertainment. Folken never knew what to do with Dilandau or the dragonslayers in the intervals between battles. That was interesting since if it had not been for the war they would not have to battle, so then what would they be doing? First of it their was no war they would not have a Dilandau, but it was wasting time thinking about that, what is done is done and can not be reversed. Still, that such young lives would depend on war and destruction was a shame that could not be reconciled. They had grown up as warriors and pilots and according to the dream they would be living their lives in a similar fashion. It was all for a greater cause tough, so maybe that justified some of the wrong.
The nerve of Folken presuming that he was going to the infirmary again. Of course he had been but Folken had no proof of that so he had no right to reprimand him for something he had not done yet. Dilandau was not going back to the dorm because whenever there was no battle to training or battle to prepare for talk amongst the Ryuu could always be counted on to revert to the subjects of sex and/or girls and Dilandau had patients for neither of the two. No, he had that for Refina but not in the way they all took it. He couldn't do that to Refina and now that she was gone again he was sorry, no, not sorry, eh felt something but again he couldn't place it. It must have been the boredom that was getting to him, he gave in and joined the dragonslayers.
Sequence two of operation proceed. Again Refina awoke in the white room, except this time black and blurry shapes surrounded her uncomfortable cot. They spoke with voices muffled to her ears so she couldn't catch on to a sentence or subject line. She was sleepy, she wanted to let her heavy eyelids fall and the black blanket of rest wash over her. But those voices kept her from that. She tried harder to understand them but still couldn't. her vision blurred further and she slipped off to warped dreams of what had happened to her. It was his fault she was here, he had convinced her to go along with it. Yesterday they had snuck out of the empire to do the stupidest think that they had done in their long history of stupid stunts. Jajuka had told them that they would be hurt some day because of their escapades. Heh, what a funny word. But it fit some how, they would take the horses and try to ride them, they would sneak to town to see the parades without supervision, steal wine from the kittens to see what it was like or talk about plans for getting rid of Jajuka and being able to run wiled. But this time he had done it, he had talked her into going out and hunting a dragon, of all the stupid thinks he wanted to kill a damn dragon and drag her along after him because he wouldn't go alone. True she had played a role in every uproar they had caused but it was not her idea to try and kill a dragon. They had gotten past the guards as always except this time they had been gone for two days hunting dragons. When they found one Dilandau had fought it and then forgot that it had a tail just before it sent him into a tree. Refina had stepped up but she was hit by it too. The next thing she knew she was strapped to her horse with Dilandau leading her back to the capital. Now she was in the room surrounded by black shapes. Who were they? Why were they around her? What… Sorcerers! Chills went up her spine and she lost all though of sleep. She hated them, she didn't want them around her, instinct told her to stay away and she had never ignored instinct before. She started to squirm and tried to sit up but there were straps around her wrists and ankles holding her down to the table. She was too weak to keep it up fore more than a few minutes but she was determined to do what she could. More muffed voices except this time they sounded perturbed or annoyed. She saw a glinting silver shape just before there was a pain piercing though her forearm. She couldn't move anymore and her trashing slowed and stopped as the tranquilizer came into effect, taking her into black swirls again. End sequence three.
1.1.1.1 The swirls remained this time after the voice announced the end of another memory. This one hadn't been in order with the others. In the last one she was ten but this was when she had been seven or so. She felt even drowsier than normal but she… she couldn't get her thoughts in order… what was going on in her head…?
"Is the subject restrained?" one dark form asked another. He looked down at the fragile body before him. It was a surrealistic scene: The form of a pale blond angel strapped to cold steel with thick leather bands, surrounded by dark shapes with the only light in the room focused on her expressionless face. The face that had just been scrunched up in anger and rage. A still body that had just been jerking violently threatening to hurt its self if she couldn't break the constraints. He should not think of her as a she, "it" was the subject witch had given them so much trouble. Why could they have not stopped at creating 01, 02 was only proving to be problematic.
"We will need to halt the procedure until it has calmed down, the last sequence must have activated movement motorizations without conscious will of the act. We were mistaken in the dosage of tranquilizer we distributed, it will no happen again." The cold voice had no emotion or concern, pure facts without regard to emotions.
"Accepted." They began to unconnected some of the IVs in her arm but left some still attached. They didn't want her to wake up during the operation.
Dilandau had had enough with the dragonslayers so he left and decided to check on Refina again. After she was finished protesting the sorcerers assistance she had sat on the edge of someone's bed, quiet with only minor trimmers going though her body. Her eyes, normally full of energy or sparking with malice were hollow and soulless, unfocused and glazed over with a look that told you she couldn't see anything in front of her, all she could feel was the pain shooting though her joints and the very center of her ribcage.
After some time a doctor was finally found and Dilandau had followed them as he carried Refina to the infirmary and laid her on one of the beds. Dilandau had wanted to stay by her but they had told him that he could not, so he waited outside the door as he was now.
Prowling back and forth was getting him no were. He turned and without a second thought turned the handle on the door. It was locked! He began beating it viscously kicking and pounding on it till he brandished his sword and in one clean swipe distanced the doorknob from its proper place. The metal door creaked open on the hinges slowly revealing an empty room.
FIN!!!
Authors note: YO! Hey yah I'm putting it at the end now because I wanted this one to start off like it did! Uh hu and I still got thingums to say! Hope you really liked it cuz I actually planed out the chapter and this may not mean much but knowing that I have a plan for the next three or so is a bit of a shock to me… now grant it that it ends in "and the author lost all sight of meaning so they just left the battle and went off to read mangas and eat cheese cake." Was my ending but I am almost certain that will change… *^.^* okay well I have some things to say! 1) Sorry I was a bit slow at this but technical difficulties (dropping your lap top in the drive way and skrewing up the screen then having to ship it off to California to be fixed…) prevented me from finishing the chapter but its okay now!!!! 2) the opening line things were from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet if you didn't catch on… though I don't know how the Ryuu got them (maybe dormkirk brought them over and compyed them or something like that… I'll try to fit that in later on I didn't feel like explaining it tee hee.) 3) thankies to all the wonderfull people how Reviewd and yes Ashley you can have Van and since the dang fic is dedicated to you maybe I will stick him in somewhere or other… well that's all please review! I wuff review! They help make me write faster and they make me happy! ^.^
By Bef Kage Aka-chi
Chapter five
The Dragonslayers were sprawled around their dorm watching Dalet and Guimel act out Romeo and Juliet for them. Their assignment was to read the play by the next literature lesson, but as any group of self respecting fourteen year olds would do they waited till they were a few days away from the due date before even looking at it.
It was when they realized Shakespeare hadn't written it in English that they began to worry. So Chesta had suggested that they act it out and see if that helped – Shakespeare's plays were meant to be acted not just read. Dalet and Guimel had readily pushed a few of the wooden chests in the dorm together to create a makeshift play. The others watched as the two did their own take on Romeo and Juliet with only minor interruptions for translations of strange language, the minority who did understand helped as quietly as they could.
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"What dose that d-word mean?"
"I think it means…"
Dalet had paused and look at the lines again, he turned red in the face then threw himself back onto the bed behind the stage curling up in fits of laughter. Guimel's ears turned red under his fluffy blond hair as he too started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Chesta didn't get it.
"It means – It means – HA HA!" Guimel gave up and went back to laughing.
"Get a dictionary and look it up Chess."
"Alright." Chesta climbed over people to reach the bookshelf on the other wall. "Where is it?" he asked after searching for a few seconds when he couldn't find it. Then a group of hysterical laughter from the back of the room erupted and from over there some one yelled back.
"The word means AREA!!!!!"
"So?" asked a few who weren't that quick. Dalet rolled of the bed clutching his side.
"Say the line again – put area in instead of the D word!!!"
****************** someone read it then looked at the others blankly as the whole room began to laugh, not getting it still. "What?!"
"*********" Guimel tried to spell it out for him "now what's ********?" the person finally got it and proclaimed that Shakespeare was a pervert but even Chesta laughed at him.
"Shut up, puissant, just cause you didn't get it don't get angry at us!" Dalet shouted across the room using the fives favorite nickname for Dragonslayers who hadn't been in the program since most of the begging, or who had still failed to gain their respect. The offenders shoulders dropped and he asked for them to just go on with it
Down the hall at that same time: he paced in front of the door, back and forth like a guard, stopping a moment and considering entrance then changing his mind and finishing his walk to the other side. Finally another tall Figure entered the scene, they conversed for a short time then walked off in opposite directions. But the person supposedly inside the room could see none of that, all she saw were the black swirls in front of her eyes as she drifted back in memory of earlier experiences…
A strange voice echoed in her mind Subject 00262247 reinstallation commence. That voice was annoying, why was it in her head? Stupid voice, what did all those words mean… the black swirls in front of her closed eyes began to swirl and take shape, forming images she knew.
Sequence one of operation proceed. The annoying voice commanded again as the shapes shifted and became solid – forming a room with white walls and a bright light, white cots with white starchy sheets and a lumpy white pillow. She was content to just lie there with her eyes closed but something pushed her to get moving. She wasn't alone in the spacious room, she could sense some one else – she also felt that outside the room nothing was as bright, like the darkness outside was just waiting to get in and devour her and the other person. Something was moving around, she hadn't opened her eyes but, something was moving. The something was now very close to her bed and she scrounged her eyes tighter hoping that it would help hide her from whatever it was. She didn't want those scary men to come back, they had put her here, in this room, just before she fell asleep, she wanted to stay asleep. The moving thing wouldn't let her escape, her bed creaked back and forth but she only closed her eyes harder and balled up her fists. Finally she gave in and opened them, blinded at first her fuzzy vision came in to focus on a pair of garnet red circles, those were pretty. She opened her eyes more and found it helped to see better after you got used to the light faster. The thing that had moved came closer and looked back at her, it was almost strange to have something look back at her, the men had looked at her, but she hadn't seen them do it, she always had her eyes closed shut and refused to look at them. She reached her hand out and felt the face that held the eyes, soft and pale, almost devoid of color, and it couldn't have been the light that made it look that way. Why was it so light? The thing grabbed her arm and tried to pull it away but she had legs, she kicked her foot at it from under the sheets and it fell back. She could see him all at once now, because it was indeed a little boy, she wondered who he was and if she had hurt him. She got down from her cot, the floor ice cold to the bare pads of her feet. She tip toed over to him, for this was a place where loud noises seemed inappropriate, holding out a hand she offered him up to get up. He took it and she was surprised at the weight that followed the soft hand. His hair was sliver, his eyes were garnet, his skin was pale – she compared him to the only other person she had met – her hair was yellow, her eyes were cold blue, her skin was pale too but not as ivory white as his. She let go of his hand there ended the first meeting of Refina Oriole and Dilandau Albatou. End sequence one.
Dilandau walked down the dimly lit hallway paying no attention to where he was going. He had just spent about an hour in front of the infirmary so his legs were a bit stiff. He considered going to the dorm but thought the Ryuu were being to loud so he just, wandered around. He found himself in the melef hanger, staring up at his red guymelef, remembering all the battles it represented. He continued walking along the line till he reached Refinas guymelef. Her new orange armor stood out against the others muted blue. He thought back to when they had first gotten into their melefs and it struck him as funny that he felt completely natural in one when she, at first, couldn't even get used to the thought of the purple goo.
Similar memories were going through another's mind.
Sequence two of operation proceed. There was a smell of polished wood in the training facility that hadn't been there before. They must have cleaned it in preparation for the ceremony. She was now ten years old and in front of her stood the four generals, Folken, and the Sorceres. They told them the first parts of their training were complete and that they would be receiving the second part as a group. Twelve boys their same age had been selected by the Ziback government to attempt admission into the Dragonslayers. She knew that he would be the leader, she was grateful for this, she didn't want to be responsible for them so she was glad to be second. They told them that they would be tested and evaluated, for the first time they would fight each other. Refina was sure she could win in the sword rounds, she was faster than he was if not better in technique overall. But what she feared was the guymelefs. She had done little to please the trainers in this area of fighting even though she had spent hours at night getting help from him in exchange for companionship on pranks and midnight adventures. She had only just gotten their approval and luck had more to do with it than skill in her opinion. She had estimated right: she won two out of three rounds in sword fighting but lost spectacularly twice in a row when she was placed in a guymelef. At least she met the standards required and could join him with the dragonslayers, her skill with a sword had made up for her lack of in a guymelef. She looked over at him caught his eye. Was he nervous about the sorcerers too, she saw his hand griping the hilt of his blade and that set look on his face. She wouldn't show her emotions but he knew she was as uncomfortable as he was. End sequence two.
Folken completed his pace around the Vione for the third time that day. He had concerns about the sorcerers motives and interests concerning Refina. He had learned from them of many things finally surpassing them and thus so gaining resentment and contempt. He had disapproved of their experiments and was unsettled on their means of correcting the "subject" He sat in his officers quarters staring blankly at the numbers and charts displayed on his desk. He had work to do, as always, but for once his mind was wandering away from it. He couldn't focus on the calculations and began to think that he may not be able to get anything done today. He was also concerned with Dilandau's reaction to the sorcerers. He had never been fond of them but to bear such contempt for them made Folken wonder when that had developed. He gave up on the calculations for a solution to the stealth cloak problem and went to see how Refina was fairing.
Walking down the halls his dark demeanor almost camouflaged him, making him appear as part of the black walls. He had intended to send Dilandau away from the infirmary entrance again but he couldn't find him. In truth Folken had become lonely without Naria and Eria to keep him company. He passed into the dragonslayers wing of the ship but the group of young pilots who were too occupied with making jokes about something or other, most likely obscene, that they didn't notice him pass by without a word.
He passed on wandering into the hanger thinking the fresh air would help clear his mind and allow him to focus with less effort. He gazed off at the clouds drifting by and they sparked a memory buried deep inside him, covered with the years of his life in Ziback. Unlike his recent world his mind was taking him back to warm seas of soft green grass, to hazy blue skies where the clouds were always puffy and white and you could lay back on the mattress of grass and stare as the clouds took shapes and call them out loud…
"Brother! That one looks like a rabbit!"
"Van, all the clouds you see you say look like a rabbit." He let a gentle laugh escape his lips. It had been so easy to laugh back then, but now, now he never even showed emotions at all.
"That's 'cause they all do. And that one looks like a bunny with flopped over ears." Van pointed to another bunny cloud that joined the other five or so in his view.
"And that one looks like a bunny with out ears or a tail or a nose or a body." Folken teased him and pointed at a cloud they hadn't named yet.
"No, that one looks like a… like a…" Van tried to think. "Yah, It does." Folken laughed again and gave him a noggie for being a dolt.
"Van, it looks like a row boat!."
"Oh, well I still think it's a bunny."
Folken sighed "Okay it's a bunny."
"Glad you finally see that." Van smiled and so did Folken. But Folken doesn't smile anymore… Folken doesn't have a little brother to fool around with anymore, he has the dreams of Ziback and his work to occupy his time. And they were calling him back to reality the minute he saw Dilandau heading for the infirmary yet again.
"Dilandau. Refina is asleep, do not wake her or it will extend her time in sick bay. I have told you this before please follow my instructions." He had almost added "for once" under his breath but thought better of it.
"Yes. Folken." The pale boy turned on his heal and left for some other form of entertainment. Folken never knew what to do with Dilandau or the dragonslayers in the intervals between battles. That was interesting since if it had not been for the war they would not have to battle, so then what would they be doing? First of it their was no war they would not have a Dilandau, but it was wasting time thinking about that, what is done is done and can not be reversed. Still, that such young lives would depend on war and destruction was a shame that could not be reconciled. They had grown up as warriors and pilots and according to the dream they would be living their lives in a similar fashion. It was all for a greater cause tough, so maybe that justified some of the wrong.
The nerve of Folken presuming that he was going to the infirmary again. Of course he had been but Folken had no proof of that so he had no right to reprimand him for something he had not done yet. Dilandau was not going back to the dorm because whenever there was no battle to training or battle to prepare for talk amongst the Ryuu could always be counted on to revert to the subjects of sex and/or girls and Dilandau had patients for neither of the two. No, he had that for Refina but not in the way they all took it. He couldn't do that to Refina and now that she was gone again he was sorry, no, not sorry, eh felt something but again he couldn't place it. It must have been the boredom that was getting to him, he gave in and joined the dragonslayers.
Sequence two of operation proceed. Again Refina awoke in the white room, except this time black and blurry shapes surrounded her uncomfortable cot. They spoke with voices muffled to her ears so she couldn't catch on to a sentence or subject line. She was sleepy, she wanted to let her heavy eyelids fall and the black blanket of rest wash over her. But those voices kept her from that. She tried harder to understand them but still couldn't. her vision blurred further and she slipped off to warped dreams of what had happened to her. It was his fault she was here, he had convinced her to go along with it. Yesterday they had snuck out of the empire to do the stupidest think that they had done in their long history of stupid stunts. Jajuka had told them that they would be hurt some day because of their escapades. Heh, what a funny word. But it fit some how, they would take the horses and try to ride them, they would sneak to town to see the parades without supervision, steal wine from the kittens to see what it was like or talk about plans for getting rid of Jajuka and being able to run wiled. But this time he had done it, he had talked her into going out and hunting a dragon, of all the stupid thinks he wanted to kill a damn dragon and drag her along after him because he wouldn't go alone. True she had played a role in every uproar they had caused but it was not her idea to try and kill a dragon. They had gotten past the guards as always except this time they had been gone for two days hunting dragons. When they found one Dilandau had fought it and then forgot that it had a tail just before it sent him into a tree. Refina had stepped up but she was hit by it too. The next thing she knew she was strapped to her horse with Dilandau leading her back to the capital. Now she was in the room surrounded by black shapes. Who were they? Why were they around her? What… Sorcerers! Chills went up her spine and she lost all though of sleep. She hated them, she didn't want them around her, instinct told her to stay away and she had never ignored instinct before. She started to squirm and tried to sit up but there were straps around her wrists and ankles holding her down to the table. She was too weak to keep it up fore more than a few minutes but she was determined to do what she could. More muffed voices except this time they sounded perturbed or annoyed. She saw a glinting silver shape just before there was a pain piercing though her forearm. She couldn't move anymore and her trashing slowed and stopped as the tranquilizer came into effect, taking her into black swirls again. End sequence three.
1.1.1.1 The swirls remained this time after the voice announced the end of another memory. This one hadn't been in order with the others. In the last one she was ten but this was when she had been seven or so. She felt even drowsier than normal but she… she couldn't get her thoughts in order… what was going on in her head…?
"Is the subject restrained?" one dark form asked another. He looked down at the fragile body before him. It was a surrealistic scene: The form of a pale blond angel strapped to cold steel with thick leather bands, surrounded by dark shapes with the only light in the room focused on her expressionless face. The face that had just been scrunched up in anger and rage. A still body that had just been jerking violently threatening to hurt its self if she couldn't break the constraints. He should not think of her as a she, "it" was the subject witch had given them so much trouble. Why could they have not stopped at creating 01, 02 was only proving to be problematic.
"We will need to halt the procedure until it has calmed down, the last sequence must have activated movement motorizations without conscious will of the act. We were mistaken in the dosage of tranquilizer we distributed, it will no happen again." The cold voice had no emotion or concern, pure facts without regard to emotions.
"Accepted." They began to unconnected some of the IVs in her arm but left some still attached. They didn't want her to wake up during the operation.
Dilandau had had enough with the dragonslayers so he left and decided to check on Refina again. After she was finished protesting the sorcerers assistance she had sat on the edge of someone's bed, quiet with only minor trimmers going though her body. Her eyes, normally full of energy or sparking with malice were hollow and soulless, unfocused and glazed over with a look that told you she couldn't see anything in front of her, all she could feel was the pain shooting though her joints and the very center of her ribcage.
After some time a doctor was finally found and Dilandau had followed them as he carried Refina to the infirmary and laid her on one of the beds. Dilandau had wanted to stay by her but they had told him that he could not, so he waited outside the door as he was now.
Prowling back and forth was getting him no were. He turned and without a second thought turned the handle on the door. It was locked! He began beating it viscously kicking and pounding on it till he brandished his sword and in one clean swipe distanced the doorknob from its proper place. The metal door creaked open on the hinges slowly revealing an empty room.
FIN!!!
Authors note: YO! Hey yah I'm putting it at the end now because I wanted this one to start off like it did! Uh hu and I still got thingums to say! Hope you really liked it cuz I actually planed out the chapter and this may not mean much but knowing that I have a plan for the next three or so is a bit of a shock to me… now grant it that it ends in "and the author lost all sight of meaning so they just left the battle and went off to read mangas and eat cheese cake." Was my ending but I am almost certain that will change… *^.^* okay well I have some things to say! 1) Sorry I was a bit slow at this but technical difficulties (dropping your lap top in the drive way and skrewing up the screen then having to ship it off to California to be fixed…) prevented me from finishing the chapter but its okay now!!!! 2) the opening line things were from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet if you didn't catch on… though I don't know how the Ryuu got them (maybe dormkirk brought them over and compyed them or something like that… I'll try to fit that in later on I didn't feel like explaining it tee hee.) 3) thankies to all the wonderfull people how Reviewd and yes Ashley you can have Van and since the dang fic is dedicated to you maybe I will stick him in somewhere or other… well that's all please review! I wuff review! They help make me write faster and they make me happy! ^.^
