This is written for those who like Celesi/Dillan sap. If you don't know who those two are, ask me or PyroFreak about our RPs. There's bunches of grammar errors. Have fun!
Screaming, his back arched. The sorcerer merely smiled.
Filled with various tubes of poisons and acids flowed into various places on his body. He was their little pet, whether he liked it or not. Filled with poison, and morphing from one form to another, Dilandau Albatou appeared a helpless victim.
Cleaning the used vials and supplies, she regarded the general, shivering. All this for a failed mission? What moron willingly works for Strategos? Quickly remembering even her thoughts might be monitored, she stopped thinking of anything but pity and rubbing the cloth through the tiny vial neck.
Folken Strategos watched the girl, smiling. She made an ok servant cleaner, but he had far greater ideas on how to use her for his own purposes. Her private thoughts he couldn't see, but easily guess as she shuddered. And then, just as suddenly as she'd started, she stopped; her thoughts returning to her task with a mild mix of pity.
~*~
Dillan Albot had no idea whatsoever what made the general so violent and volatile. What could drive him to do this? Sure, Folken was a jackass, but why slap your unit around? He supposed it might be due to his being new to the vione, but something just didn't add up.
Dilandau Albatou stood panting, Gatti, Chesta, and Dallet knocked out around him. His eyes flicked between Dillan and Miguel. Dillan knew what the general's decision was. It was always the same.
Why always me?
Because he thinks I intentionally look like him, and have a similar name. He doesn't believe in coincidence.
And you weren't created like this explicitly for his torturing pleasure?
Shut up, brain.
Dillan wondered if he was telling his brain that too much recently.
Miguel stood, bowed to the general, and walked out of Dilandau's room. Grinning wickedly at Dillan, the newby added the next IOU to his growing list.
Dilandau jumped from his chair, screaming and ranting as he stalked after Miguel. He good naturedly slammed Dillan into a wall on his way out.
Dillan just slid to the floor, allowing himself the comfort of cupping his cheek. "Why me, God? Why did he have to choose me?"
"Because you remind him of himself before he was brought here, Dillan Albot."
Dillan jumped to his feet, a light blush brushed across his face. "S-Sora? What are you doing in here?" He thought that was the name of the only girl on the vione. He knew well the voices of the cat girls. Narya and Eriya were sent to slice the slayers up time to time for Folken's pleasure at their screams. He knew of no other girl on the ship.
"Sora? I am not allied with the idiot Strategos. Even less is the likelihood I would ever idolize him as she does."
Dillan gasped, the open treason she was voicing. "Are you an imbecile, or an invader?" he snarled, drawing his sword, in case she was the latter.
"No, just the only slave on the entire ship. Well, you're all slaves, I'm the only literal one."
Dillan stopped, leaning back against the wall. "If you say so." He pushed his sword nearly the rest of the way in, resting his hand on the hilt.
A girl in a plain white shift popped into view, stepping on his foot, forcing the blade all the way in, with her toes. She smiled. "Your hand's nice and warm." Dillan blushed, wondering how her foot could be so icy.
Celesi danced back a few steps. "Sorry to bother you. You must have work to do for the general." He saw a pang of pain cross her face. "Just know he has superiors worse than he is to you." As she danced away, Dillan wished his throat would work so he could call her back.
You fool. You can still call her back, if you could control your own vocal cordsShut up, and maybe I will.
No, you won't. You're too chicken to do anything you want to.
And now you sound like Aidana.
Maybe that's because I am, BAKA!
Dillan paled, pulling himself tighter against the wall. Show yourself, then.
A cackle. Not yet. I still have to haunt Celesi's dreams.
A scream. The girl's. It all fit. The slave Celesi walked back, glowering. She touched the control panel next to his head. Dillan wondered what the hell she thought she could do with it. His jaw dropped as she punched in the correct code, and Dilandau's personal locker hissed open. Inside, Aidana glowered. "Why do YOU have to know me so well?"
Celesi slapped her. "Shut up, and maybe I'll let you off with a warning." Celesi found herself pressed tightly against the ceiling, though Dillan noted she didn't seem surprised. She smiled. "Nice try.." She fell, while Aidana twitched. When she finally reached the ground, Aidana collapsed under her impact more than weight.
"Get off me—bitch!" Aidana panted, digging her fingernails what looked like painfully into Celesi's upper leg. Celesi smiled, gripping Aidana's agiel. "You trained me with this, remember?" Aidana froze as Celesi put it in her ear. Aidana lay perfectly still, her face turning whiter shades of pale as each moment passed. Aidana released Celesi as the little slave threatened to push the iron rod into the lethal position. Smiling, she left it hanging precariously.
Smiling, she skipped over, and hugged Dillan tightly. "It feels so good to get revenge!" she sighed happily, laying her head on his chest. Smiling, Dillan stroked her hair. I can't say you don't deserve it, 'nee chan. Aidana glared at him. Shut. Your. Mouth!
Dillan kept smiling, and held Celesi against himself. Whatever had happened between his sister and this girl, the slave had managed to get Aidana laying perfectly still in front of Dilandau's open locker. That was a very deadly place to be. And, as entertaining as the thought of watching his sister punished was, he didn't particularly want to be there when Dilandau got mad.
Celesi seemed to have a similar idea—or so he thought. She kissed the hand on her head, and grasped it, trying to pull him with her. Smiling, he allowed himself to be towed wherever she wanted, as Aidana's brain screamed at him.
An empty locker. Dillan just stared. Did this locker have some emotional value to her? Was he supposed to put her in? What could she want?
She wants you to go in, YAROU!Dillan closed his eyes, and forced himself to remember it was Aidana in his head.
When he was in, he blinked. There's almost room—if I were to— Seeming to read his mind, Celesi settled in his lap, and shut the door. He felt a wave of blue cover his mind, and Aidana's tension disappeared from his mind. In the dark, he sensed more than saw Celesi's smile. Holding her finger to his lips, she giggled in his mind. Aidana's forgotten where we went.
Dilandau strode back into the room, to finish beating the crap out of Dillan, but saw an unidentified girl laying on the floor, still as death, her face ashen. Experimentally, he kicked the side of her head. Aidana willed the rod to fall the opposite way, and the agiel easily agreed, rolling against gravity. Having her death trap gone, she thanked her savior, rising up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him. She stroked his unscarred cheek. "My thanks," she whispered, fire burning in her eyes. "And now I have a fool to kill, and a brother to punish."
Dilandau finally recovered from the shock of a woman daring to do anything of that sort, and backhanded her with as much force as he could with her so close. It wasn't enough.
Aidana's eyes fire sparked. Dilandau found himself slammed through his lion statues, and against the walls. "How DARE you!" she screamed, stalking forward. Dillan's eyes widened, realizing he was fighting a dragon. He gathered his energy for an attack when she came close enough. Aidana, however, was not braindead.
From a distance of twenty meters, she began levitating half a foot from the floor. "Maybe we are better off apart." She remarked, then laughed, kinetically shoving him through the wall. In the locker, Celesi ground, shaking her head, then leaning it back against Dillan's chest. Neither Dillan or Dilandau got her reference.
Dilandau fell a good meter before he managed to get his fiery red wings erupted from his back. Glowering, he soared back to the hole. She's going to pay for that!
Correction. You're going to pay for what you've done.
And what the hell have I done?!!
Embarassed me, attempted to hurt me, and didn't kill Celesi. The list will grow the longer I know you. Starting with evading your execution!
Dilandau finally noted the girl in black leather was soaring toward him, somehow flying without wings, although the black and red dagger she held was easy enough to see and fear. But Dilandau did not fear things he could escape. And he hadn't failed escaping yet. Hadn't even tried yet.
As she flew closer, he saw the intricate designs on her dagger, of serpentine forms, those of the air and the sea. Their garnet eyes and scales that glistened were glittered with real gems. She smiled, turning the blade over in her hand. You like? Her eyes honestly asked before her mask of fury returned. It will be perfect once it's encased in your CHEST! She dove forward, slashing violently. Dilandau's eyes widened, as he fought his way backwards through the air.
Back in the vione, in the locker; Celesi muttered something in another language Dillan took to be a curse. She drew what looked like a bone from her belt. He saw traces of aquamarine glittering along the hilt's length. As his gaze flicked outwards, he saw Aidana draw a similar blade, except inversed, the blade and hilt dark gray and black, decorated with red. Her creamy blade came to his throat, and he swallowed hard. "Don't move." Her glare softened, as she pushed hair back from his forehead. "I don't want to have to use this on you." Dillan almost retorted he had his own blade, but stopped as he realized three things: she already knew that, he couldn't draw it in his position, and she knew that also.
The second she moved out of the locker he followed. He received a nick to his eyebrow. Blinking, he wondered why his wound was bleeding so. He realized why looking from her to the knife. His droplet of blood on the tip of the blade was drawing a stream of it to the hilt, where it dried, and turned to gilt. Celesi seemed not to notice as she jumped through the hole. Her voice tickled once more in his head. If you jump I will not catch you. Do not question me again.
Dillan set his jaw and jumped after her.
Dillan!
Aidana caught him, in what felt like a net. "Did you just FEEL like being a moron, or what?"
Dillan ignored her, and watched Aidana fight both forces against her.
~*~
An hour later, Dilandau grasped Dillan in what the slayer considered too tight a grip, and Celesi levitated the beaten and unconcious Aidana inside.
Dilandau tossed Dillan just inside the vione. "Fix her hole!" he snapped, indicating the broken and bent shrapnel. Dropping Aidana none too gently, Celesi opened her mouth to object. Dilandau slapped her. As she cried out, and Dillan rose from his position on the floor, Dilandau sent a psychokinetic blast through Dillan. "No arguments from either of you!" he screamed. He grabbed Celesi roughly by the shoulders, and looked into her teary eyes. "You will heal me," he said in a very quiet, controlled voice, "Or I will have you killed in a method even that demoness would enjoy." All three sets of eyes flicked to Aidana's unconcious form.
Celesi hung her head. "Yes, Dilandau."
Dilandau backhanded her. Dillan heard her choked back scream of pain, one who withheld them could recognize them. "Yes, Dilandau-sama." She corrected herself. As Dilandau gripped her wrists in a death grip, and roughly dragged her into his own side room, Celesi flattened the metal for Dillan, without an outward thought to expose what she'd done. As the door shut, Dillan watched, wondering how the girl had managed to snare his heart so easily.
Inside, Dilandau removed his armor, to reveal a loose tank top, and leather pants. She wondered how any of them stood the heat, as all the pieces of armor came off. He lay on his stomach on a raised board she took to stand for a table, and waited. Celesi sat on a stool next to him, unsure of where to start. Her throat was all choked up. How had Aidana managed to drag her into this?
Dilandau turned his head, glaring at her, and she knew she had no time to think. She had a job assigned her, and if she valued her own life, she had better start.
In a quiet voice, she managed to say, "Please turn over."
Dilandau continued to glare at her. "My back still hurts. I will turn when it hurts no more."
Celesi nodded, and leaned over, running her finger over the scar from Van's sword. The scar disappeared.
He gripped her wrist tightly enough to make her scream, but just enough not to break the bone. "I told you my back hurts." He said in a quiet voice. Celesi nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Celesi's fingers ran over various cuts and nicks from the dagger, touching ones with black remnants from Aidana's poisoned blade with her own. But she saw something that made her want to cry for him. At least a dozen puncture marks marred the area of his spinal cord. Celesi ran her fingers tenderly over them, drawing the remaining poison out, and closing the holes. She wiped the poison off with her own arm.
That time Dilandau broke her arm.
He jumped up, grabbing her arm, twisting her into his grasp, so he could imprint the terror she needed of him. "Do not try and take any of the pain of sorcerers' wounds on yourself." He looked at the poison merely smeared off of his skin, onto her hers. He wiped it off, almost tenderly, with his shirt. Celesi forced her bruised wrist over her broken arm, and set it, then touched her arm with a mere brush, and started again. Dilandau wondered at how she calmly healed herself to continue her task. He steeled himself against such thoughts. This was a mere slave, who would heal him enough to kill the fool who embarassed him. Still…he smiled, thinking of what Dillan would think of the path his thoughts had just taken.
Celesi swallowed. "Please, Dilandau sama. Don't do that." She knew that in some way he wanted to hurt Dillan, and she didn't want that. To hell whatever happened to her, but she didn't want Dillan to become this hardened shell against compassion, against love.
Dilandau sat up again, but didn't grab her arm to break it. He gently pulled her into his lap, and stroked her face. "Little one, I would do it to hurt you. And if I decide to do it, there's nothing you can do to stop me." Celesi swallowed. He was right. There was nothing that anyone except Folken could do to stop him, and Folken didn't care about her. She was just there to entertain him, by stirring up attention. Dilandau kissed her softly. "Now go curl up on the floor. You can heal me more if the pain wakes me."
Celesi nodded, and walked to the corner away from both the door and his bed. She curled up, wrapping her arms around her knees, even though it hurt her healed arm. When his breathing evened out, she put her head to her knees, and cried.
Aidana's reference was to Brandy's song off her new album. I think it's title is also the reference given. Chapter's still short, but I integrated it a little bit. I may revise this part entirely, using a method closer to what was used in HiRyuu, or let it develop as it is. Reviews equal new chapters, as usual.