Chapter 8: Wounded
He was amazed at how young and talented she was, especially for her age. She looked to be 17 years of age, making her two years younger than himself. She drew her sword first and got into her fighting stance. Van too drew his sword and prepared to fight her. He now would have much preferred to have a guymelef battle because he didn't feel right fight a woman that was younger than himself. He knew this would be a great weakness for himself. Setsuna lunged forward towards Van who blocked her move with ease.
As Dilandau fought the other guymelefs with ease he noticed something wasn't right but what, he wondered. He saw that the Dragon was gone as was one Ziabach Guymelef but he didn't see any wreckage of the missing guymelef. Then who's the one missing? He wondered as he looked around. He saw all fifteen of his Dragon Slayers but he could see her. That's when something came over him. That strange feeling he had about her before.
"Gatti, where's Setsuna?" he asked the soldier calmly over the radio.
"I last saw her fly off with the Dragon in the northern direction." the soldier replied.
Dilandau quickly finished off his opponent and flew off to find her. Fir some odd reason he got a bad feeling. With all his might he tried to force those feelings away knowing that they would clog his thinking and making him do something completely foolish.
"Why are you working with Ziabach? I've always wondered why anyone would even want to join a country that puts so much hate into the world?" Van asked Setsuna as she blocked his attack with her sword.
"What do you mean by putting so much hate into the world? We're only fighting those who try to invade us!" She broke away from him and lunged forward.
"They must of not told you about the destiny war then!"
"Destiny war?" she let down her guard temporally.
"Ya, it was when Ziabach tried to take over all of Gaea by using a the Fate Alteration Engine which caused so much suffering to innocent people!" It was something about how he had said it that made Setsuna hesitate on attacking him. She tried to put it all together but her instinct to fight took over her. She drove her sword towards him but what he had said was getting to her. Was she really on the right side? That's where she got foolish. She didn't pay attention to where his sword went after he had blocked her move.
As soon as Dilandau saw the Dragon he landed his guymelef and got out of it quickly. He noticed that Setsuna wasn't doing to well against him. Then he saw it. The Dragon had driven his sword into her right arm. She screamed out in pain as the blade cut into her flesh. Van then pulled his sword out and waited for her to make her move. Setsuna fell backwards onto the dirt ground and held her hand tightly over her wound. He grew inpatient so he held his sword high above his head and prepared to strike. As he brought his sword downwards it was stopped by another sword. He looked to see who it was and to his surprise it was the cold blooded killer, Dilandau.
From that moment on, the battle became a blur to Setsuna. All she knew was that he had saved her. Dilandau saved her from dying but why she wondered. He had told her he hated her and had hit her. It made no sense to Setsuna one bit.
Setsuna awoke not in her room or an operating room. The room obviously belonged to someone but who. As her vision cleared the room began to look familiar. Her upper arm then began to throb immensely with pain. Small tears rolled down her cheeks.
Dilandau sat in his study in the dark. Why did I save her? He wondered. I hate her! Right?? Uh! All this thinking hurts my head! He ran his fingers through his silky silver hair in frustration.
As Setsuna studied the room she realized who it belonged to, Dilandau. But what am I doing here? She wondered. Quickly she sat up but then laid back down for she had gotten a head rush. She looked at the chair against the wall and she saw all of her armour fold in a neat pile. Why would he put me in his own room and not mine? He said he hated me but then why . . . why did he save me? She pondered as she stared up at the ceiling and slowly falling back to sleep.
He looked at her sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful and innocent. She looked like an angel. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. He caressed her face gently. She looked more that an angel, she looked like a goddess. What am I thinking?! He wondered as he began to sit up. But when he looked at her, he was forced to stay. His heart began to control his mind.
A/N: YAY!!!!! I'm done Chapter 8!!! So tell me honestly, what do you think so far?? I want to know!! I need to know!!! Well, all flames can be e mailed to me at sailor_cosmos71@hotmail.com
