Chapter 5
Dilandau was different after that show. Many of the boys had tried to turn their heads but the guards had grabbed their heads and turned them back. Some of the boys had been paler than usual. Dilandau looked at Gatti. He was eating his lunch. His hand shakily went to his fork. He grabbed it, but it dropped from his hand. He put his arms around his stomach and arched his shoulders and started to shake even more. Dilandau just ate his lunch.
Suddenly people were getting up and lining up to a healer. They were sticking a needle into some boys arms, drawing blood. Dilandau wouldn't do it. Then they were comparing it to something. It was a bottle of another blood. It was labeled. B+. What did that mean. Dilandau wondered. His table got up. He didn't. A soldier walked over to him. Dilandau sent him a glare that would kill a butterfly. The soldier paused as if he was face to face with a crocodile. Dilandau got up. He didn't want to be escorted he had more pride than that.
Some of the boys were scared of the needle and were thrashing around. Several servants had actually had to keep several boys down. It was Dilandau's turn.
"Now sit still and don't tense up. Or it will hurt very much. I have never had an albino give blood before." Dilandau just stared at the man. Dilandau looked dead to the man. He had heard about the "Show" and what it made of children. This is the first child he had ever seen that had no emotion, just looked like a zombie. Then needle stuck in his arm. There was his blood leaving his body. The needle slid from his arm. Dilandau looked at the object with disgust.
"You may go now." The healer said. Every one stared at the boy. He had no emotion. He was pale, white haired and blood red eyed. Who wouldn't stare.
There was some shouts. "GET HER!" Some soldiers ran after something. There was a little girl with boy cut hair. She was running. The only way you could tell she was a girl for the dress she wore. She was only six years old. She ran to a table of boys and ducked and climbed under. Some of the boys got out of their seats. She was creating quite a ruckus. She got to the other side and started to run looking only behind her. She ran into some one and knocked the poor boy over. She had pushed over Dilandau. He just stared at her. She was about to cry. But she was grabbed up by a nearby soldier. She started to kick and scream. A man pushed something in her arm and she fell asleep.
*****
Miguel sat outside the tent that his father was working in. He got up and walked over to a small stream. There was a couple of carriages coming. A man and woman were sitting in front. In between them was a little boy, he looked younger than himself, but his face looked his age. He had white curly hair. He clutched his mother who had long curly hair. His father had white wavy hair. They were coming in the direction of their camp. Maybe the boy would play with him.
****
Guimel watched the horses move. He liked horses. They were so mysterious to the way they look.
"Daddy, if there is someone to play here then can I play with them?" Guimel asked.
"I really do doubt there is someone here to play this is a military base camp. There are mostly grown men."
"Ok." Guimel had no one to play with, with traveling everywhere was kinda hard to meet someone.
They had arrived at the base camp a minuet later. Guimel jumped down from the carriage. His mother and father hopped down too. Guimel looked around. It was pretty much a wasteland with a small stream and a few plants. He didn't like where there was no greenery.
^
Miguel watched from a distance the new people as they aquainted themselves with his father and some of the generals.
^
"Who is this?" Miguel's father asked looking at Guimel.
"This is Guimel, he is only six years old. He was wanting to know if there were any kids to play with here. My husband told him that there were mostly adults here."
"I do have a son his age. He is in our tent over there. He has been wanting me to play with him for a while but I don't have anytime with everything I do. He can go play if you don't mind." Miguel's father said.
Guimel's hopes rose. He was excited. There was someone to play with here. Guimel looked at his mother with big eyes. She shook her head and said yes.
Guimel ran off.
"He sure can run fast." Miguel's father said.
"Yes that's only when he's excited, you should see him when he gets in trouble." Guimel's father said.
^
Miguel slipped in his tent. Then walked out. Guimel was in front of him.
"Who are you?" Miguel asked.
"Guimel, you?"
"Miguel Lavaliere. Did you just get here?"
"Yes you wanna play?"
"Sure."
******
Viole walked in a tavern. He looked around for someone nice enough to take him in. A nice woman would do him good. He finally got to the owner of the tavern. She was a plump black haired woman. She looked at the boy.
"What ye want?" She said. She smelt like liquor. Her teeth were rotted out of her mouth. He lost the appetite of not eating for a couple of days.
A dancer ran right into him knocking him down. She turned around. She looked at the boy and helped him up. "Oh I am soo sorry. Here let me brush you off. What are you doing in a place like this you are much to young to be here. Are you hungry?" She asked looking at him. He was dirty; his hair was all messed up.
He nodded his head. He then smiled at the woman. She had a slim figure and light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She looked like she was in her early twenties.
"Come on." She took his hand and led him to a table and sat down with him. "So where are you from anyways?"
"Bagato, Freid." He said.
"That's a long ways away, what are you doing here in Asturia?" She asked him.
"My mom wanted to marry me off at ten." He told her.
"I'm sorry, Oh wow I never told you my name! It is Acanthi. What is yours?" She asked.
"Viole Estalba." He said.
"Well Viole, I see that you ran away, you want to live with me and my brother. He is much older than you. He is going in the Zaibach army soon. In four years. He doesn't stop talking about it either. He said he wants to be in the elite group called the Dragonslayers. But that is only a rumor." She said.
"Yes, thank you." Viole said.
****(Year later)
Gatti watched as Dilandau went to bed. They had a room together with another boy. Gatti was drawing something.
"What are you drawing?" Came a voice from Gatti's side. Dilandau had now just noticed that he was drawing.
"Nothing." Gatti said. It was just a dragon. More like a serpentine than any.
"Then why is you pencil moving?" Dilandau bit.
"Maybe I like to move my pencil over paper." Gatti bit back.
Dilandau got up and snatched the paper from him. Gatti jumped from his bed and stood up against him.
"You could of just said dragon." Dilandau said dropping the paper.
"How come you have to be a snob around everyone. You already gave some boys black eyes and bloody lips."
"You want me to do the same to you?" Dilandau said.
"Not if I don't first." Gatti said back getting into fighting stance.
"You are incompetent. I don't fight weaklings. Just consider yourself lucky." Dilandau said.
"For an eight year old you have some mouth."
"Did you just mock my age?" Dilandau said.
"Yes are you going to hit me or something?" Gatti said.
"Yes." Dilandau punched Gatti. The two boys started wrestling on the floor. Punches were thrown.
"You dirty albino lets see if I can make you black and blue." Gatti yelled
"Blondie. You are nothing but a sensitive artist." Dilandau yelled.
The two went on until they were both tired. Which wasn't very long. Gatti quit first, then Dilandau followed suit.
The two of them laid on the floor.
"You know this is the start of a glorious relationship." Gatti said (no not Yaoi). He had a black eye, a busted lip and a red neck were Dilandau had tried to choke him.
"That's what you think." Dilandau said, he had a bruise on his cheekbone, he had lost one of his teeth on the side, and he had scratches all over his face.
Both were panting for a few minuets.
"So where are you from?" Gatti asked.
"Zaibach. Your from Asturia, I already know." Dilandau said.
"Oh, well you wanna go back at it again?" Gatti asked. Dilandau nodded. The two boys started to wrestle again.
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well that's the end of that chapter. Gatti and Dilly aren't the best of friends. Now you know why Gatti always gives him those weird looks. The next chapter is a good one. It is probably the most important one there is going to be so R/R. Thanks to those who did. If you don't get what is happening then you should read, Darkness, Chaos, Destruction, and Death. It will help you. It was to be put up after or before but oh well. Oh yeah just so you know I am skipping years. To get to Dilandau's "Major Change" In the next chapter I will give Chesta a little room then I will fast forward to when they are ten and eleven. An equivalent of 3 years. R/R for more.
Dilandau was different after that show. Many of the boys had tried to turn their heads but the guards had grabbed their heads and turned them back. Some of the boys had been paler than usual. Dilandau looked at Gatti. He was eating his lunch. His hand shakily went to his fork. He grabbed it, but it dropped from his hand. He put his arms around his stomach and arched his shoulders and started to shake even more. Dilandau just ate his lunch.
Suddenly people were getting up and lining up to a healer. They were sticking a needle into some boys arms, drawing blood. Dilandau wouldn't do it. Then they were comparing it to something. It was a bottle of another blood. It was labeled. B+. What did that mean. Dilandau wondered. His table got up. He didn't. A soldier walked over to him. Dilandau sent him a glare that would kill a butterfly. The soldier paused as if he was face to face with a crocodile. Dilandau got up. He didn't want to be escorted he had more pride than that.
Some of the boys were scared of the needle and were thrashing around. Several servants had actually had to keep several boys down. It was Dilandau's turn.
"Now sit still and don't tense up. Or it will hurt very much. I have never had an albino give blood before." Dilandau just stared at the man. Dilandau looked dead to the man. He had heard about the "Show" and what it made of children. This is the first child he had ever seen that had no emotion, just looked like a zombie. Then needle stuck in his arm. There was his blood leaving his body. The needle slid from his arm. Dilandau looked at the object with disgust.
"You may go now." The healer said. Every one stared at the boy. He had no emotion. He was pale, white haired and blood red eyed. Who wouldn't stare.
There was some shouts. "GET HER!" Some soldiers ran after something. There was a little girl with boy cut hair. She was running. The only way you could tell she was a girl for the dress she wore. She was only six years old. She ran to a table of boys and ducked and climbed under. Some of the boys got out of their seats. She was creating quite a ruckus. She got to the other side and started to run looking only behind her. She ran into some one and knocked the poor boy over. She had pushed over Dilandau. He just stared at her. She was about to cry. But she was grabbed up by a nearby soldier. She started to kick and scream. A man pushed something in her arm and she fell asleep.
*****
Miguel sat outside the tent that his father was working in. He got up and walked over to a small stream. There was a couple of carriages coming. A man and woman were sitting in front. In between them was a little boy, he looked younger than himself, but his face looked his age. He had white curly hair. He clutched his mother who had long curly hair. His father had white wavy hair. They were coming in the direction of their camp. Maybe the boy would play with him.
****
Guimel watched the horses move. He liked horses. They were so mysterious to the way they look.
"Daddy, if there is someone to play here then can I play with them?" Guimel asked.
"I really do doubt there is someone here to play this is a military base camp. There are mostly grown men."
"Ok." Guimel had no one to play with, with traveling everywhere was kinda hard to meet someone.
They had arrived at the base camp a minuet later. Guimel jumped down from the carriage. His mother and father hopped down too. Guimel looked around. It was pretty much a wasteland with a small stream and a few plants. He didn't like where there was no greenery.
^
Miguel watched from a distance the new people as they aquainted themselves with his father and some of the generals.
^
"Who is this?" Miguel's father asked looking at Guimel.
"This is Guimel, he is only six years old. He was wanting to know if there were any kids to play with here. My husband told him that there were mostly adults here."
"I do have a son his age. He is in our tent over there. He has been wanting me to play with him for a while but I don't have anytime with everything I do. He can go play if you don't mind." Miguel's father said.
Guimel's hopes rose. He was excited. There was someone to play with here. Guimel looked at his mother with big eyes. She shook her head and said yes.
Guimel ran off.
"He sure can run fast." Miguel's father said.
"Yes that's only when he's excited, you should see him when he gets in trouble." Guimel's father said.
^
Miguel slipped in his tent. Then walked out. Guimel was in front of him.
"Who are you?" Miguel asked.
"Guimel, you?"
"Miguel Lavaliere. Did you just get here?"
"Yes you wanna play?"
"Sure."
******
Viole walked in a tavern. He looked around for someone nice enough to take him in. A nice woman would do him good. He finally got to the owner of the tavern. She was a plump black haired woman. She looked at the boy.
"What ye want?" She said. She smelt like liquor. Her teeth were rotted out of her mouth. He lost the appetite of not eating for a couple of days.
A dancer ran right into him knocking him down. She turned around. She looked at the boy and helped him up. "Oh I am soo sorry. Here let me brush you off. What are you doing in a place like this you are much to young to be here. Are you hungry?" She asked looking at him. He was dirty; his hair was all messed up.
He nodded his head. He then smiled at the woman. She had a slim figure and light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She looked like she was in her early twenties.
"Come on." She took his hand and led him to a table and sat down with him. "So where are you from anyways?"
"Bagato, Freid." He said.
"That's a long ways away, what are you doing here in Asturia?" She asked him.
"My mom wanted to marry me off at ten." He told her.
"I'm sorry, Oh wow I never told you my name! It is Acanthi. What is yours?" She asked.
"Viole Estalba." He said.
"Well Viole, I see that you ran away, you want to live with me and my brother. He is much older than you. He is going in the Zaibach army soon. In four years. He doesn't stop talking about it either. He said he wants to be in the elite group called the Dragonslayers. But that is only a rumor." She said.
"Yes, thank you." Viole said.
****(Year later)
Gatti watched as Dilandau went to bed. They had a room together with another boy. Gatti was drawing something.
"What are you drawing?" Came a voice from Gatti's side. Dilandau had now just noticed that he was drawing.
"Nothing." Gatti said. It was just a dragon. More like a serpentine than any.
"Then why is you pencil moving?" Dilandau bit.
"Maybe I like to move my pencil over paper." Gatti bit back.
Dilandau got up and snatched the paper from him. Gatti jumped from his bed and stood up against him.
"You could of just said dragon." Dilandau said dropping the paper.
"How come you have to be a snob around everyone. You already gave some boys black eyes and bloody lips."
"You want me to do the same to you?" Dilandau said.
"Not if I don't first." Gatti said back getting into fighting stance.
"You are incompetent. I don't fight weaklings. Just consider yourself lucky." Dilandau said.
"For an eight year old you have some mouth."
"Did you just mock my age?" Dilandau said.
"Yes are you going to hit me or something?" Gatti said.
"Yes." Dilandau punched Gatti. The two boys started wrestling on the floor. Punches were thrown.
"You dirty albino lets see if I can make you black and blue." Gatti yelled
"Blondie. You are nothing but a sensitive artist." Dilandau yelled.
The two went on until they were both tired. Which wasn't very long. Gatti quit first, then Dilandau followed suit.
The two of them laid on the floor.
"You know this is the start of a glorious relationship." Gatti said (no not Yaoi). He had a black eye, a busted lip and a red neck were Dilandau had tried to choke him.
"That's what you think." Dilandau said, he had a bruise on his cheekbone, he had lost one of his teeth on the side, and he had scratches all over his face.
Both were panting for a few minuets.
"So where are you from?" Gatti asked.
"Zaibach. Your from Asturia, I already know." Dilandau said.
"Oh, well you wanna go back at it again?" Gatti asked. Dilandau nodded. The two boys started to wrestle again.
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well that's the end of that chapter. Gatti and Dilly aren't the best of friends. Now you know why Gatti always gives him those weird looks. The next chapter is a good one. It is probably the most important one there is going to be so R/R. Thanks to those who did. If you don't get what is happening then you should read, Darkness, Chaos, Destruction, and Death. It will help you. It was to be put up after or before but oh well. Oh yeah just so you know I am skipping years. To get to Dilandau's "Major Change" In the next chapter I will give Chesta a little room then I will fast forward to when they are ten and eleven. An equivalent of 3 years. R/R for more.