Lord Dilandou, you have permission to leave the deck any time now, at your command. a guard said and bowed infront of his superior.

the silver haired boy said and a wide smirk curled up his lips.

He turned away from the guard and headed for his red guymelef. Chesta! Gatti! he yelled and the two slayers appeared on the deck. Yes sir!
Get ready for take of, all of you! he ordered and the slayers disappeared again with a bow.

Dilandou was so looking forward to this. He loved the sweet little moment just before take of. He had been waiting for this order and he would certainly not fail this time. His soul was on fire and he needed this battle to get back to his usual self again.
He had felt so strange lately.

Nightmares disturbed him repeatedly at night and during the days he couldn't focus on much else than his plans of how to get his revenge on the young king of Fanelia. The bastard who had scarred his pretty face.
His fingers softly caressed the sore scar on his cheek and his eyes darkened for a secound.

My revenge on Van Fanel... he thought in exitement and the wicked smirk on his lips widened again.

the strategos voice rang in his ears suddenly and Dilandou let out a deep sigh as he lazily turned around to face the older man. he said in irritation. The exitement in his face was like blown away, and replaced with a bored look.

Where are you going? Folken asked and Dilandou straighten up a bit, a grin curling up his lips. I though I was going to a dragon hunt to slay your troublesome brother. he answered and the smirk on his lips widened.
Folken gave him a blank look.

You though wrong. You're not going anywhere. he answered shortly and Dilandou froze suddenly, his wide eyes staring intensly at the strategos as the smirk on his lips faded slowly.

What did you say? he asked in amasement.

Folken turned around.
I said you're staying here. I won't allow you to go. he said and started walking away as if nothing had happened. Dilandou didn't understand what the man was saying at first.

He blinked and watched him walk away slowly. What do you mean 'won't allow me'? I am going, you can't stop me! he shouted after him.

A short silence followed and Folken stoped and spun around. You aren't going, no arguments! he said, giving a look to the guards by the wall and they nodded, walking towards the young boy and grabbing his arms.

Dilandou just stared at the strategos infront of him as the soldiers grasped him, he broke free and took a few steps forward.

You can't be serious! What is this Folken, your way of trying and save your precious brother?! Hah! I refuse to submit to such foolish matters! he yelled and the guards grabbed him by his arms and started to drag the struggling boy away.
Folken stared at him blankly and turned around.

No Dilandou, this is my way of dealing with what you aren't able to deal with yourself. came his short reply and he started walking towards the exit.

Dilandou snorted in amasement and his wide eyes watched the strategos until he was out of sight.

You bastard! I hate you Folken! I refuse!! You're gonna regret this, I promise you! I hate you so much Folken! Don't think you can stop me! his furious screamings echoed through the silence, until he was carefully locked up in his room.

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Dilandou screamed in rage and threw the wine glass into the wall with a fierce movement. He clenched his teeth and breathed heavily. he hissed loudly.

L-Lord Dilandou... the guard said and hesistated to reach out an arm towards the raged capten. Dilandou struk a fist in his face and his body shuddered of anger. Shut up! he yelled and hit the guard once more, with even more force.

Why is he doing this to me! I was looking forward to this and there he comes, taking all the fun away from my life! That bastard! God, I hate him so much! he yelled and turned away from the bleeding guard.

He grabbed the bottle on the table and took a deep drought. He was starting to feel dizzy after too much anger and too much wine.

He screamed again and threw away the bottle into the wall as well.
The guard swallowed as he carefully touched his bleeding lip.
Dilandou was rather drunk by now and turned around to face the guard again. He grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, jerking him up against the wall.

he said, a smirk curling up his lips.

I want to talk to the strategos. he said and the guard swallowed as he nodded quickly. Y-Yes, of course sir. I'll go get him immediately sir. he said and someone appeared in the doorway suddenly.

I'm right here Dilandou, what do you want? Folken said and Dilandou looked up from the guard with an even wider smirk on his lips.

he said and dropped the man in his hands. He glared at the nervous guard and gave him an irritated look. he hissed and the guard bowed deeply and backed out of the room.
Folken stepped inside and Dilandou sat down in the seat by the table and opened another bottle of wine among the many already emptied ones.
He made a gesture towards the other seat.

Please, have a seat Folken. he said, still grinning widely. Folken looked at him with a doubtful look and walked over to the table and sat down.
Dilandou poured some wine into a glass and pushed it over the table to the other man. Folken glared at him. You're utterly drunk Dilandou... he said without recieving the glass. Dilandou took a drought of the bottle and turned his face to Folken.

Do you know what else I am Folken... he said, the smirk suddenly fading into a most serious face. I am utterly furious. he said and Folken looked away with a sigh.

The young boy lifted the bottle again and Folken reached out his metall arm and easily took it from him.
I think you've had enough of this... he said and put it down on the table again. Dilandou frowned at him and clenched his teeth.

What do you think I am Folken. Some naive child that can't handle myself? Is that it? Is that why you, all of a sudden, comes up with the idea that I mustn't leave the Vione. Is that what this is about?! he said, his voice growing louder.
Folken sighed deeply and got to his feet again.

No Dilandou, that is not it... he said calmly. The young boy rose from his seat and glared at the strategos with eyes burning of anger.
What is it then?! Just fucking tell me what this is all about and stop ignore me like this! he yelled.
A terrible silence falling over the room.

Folken slowly turned around and faced the youth.

Is that what this is about, Dilandou... you being ignored...? he said, his voice sounding almost soft all of a sudden.
Dilandou gasped softly and his face changed slightly into a rather surprised expression.
He stared at the strategos and clenched his fists hardly.

Don't turn the question over to me! This is all your fault Folken and I hate you for doing this to me!! he yelled and shove his arm over the bottle crowded table. The glass shattered over the floor with a loud noise.

Folken watched the raged youth intensly. This was Dilandou's way of reacting. He had seen him like this before, even though something seemed to be slightly different this time. Something seemed to have shattered along with those pieces of glass on the floor.

He was just a boy after all. A boy imprissioned in a world of war and battle. He had seen enough blood and death in his life already. Wherever he looked it would be there by his side. However hard he closed his eyes he would still see the crimson blood staining the insides of his eyelids.

Dilandou draught for his breath, his face still turned to the ground and the silver white bangs fell in his eyes.
He tried to put the pieces together again, but it wasn't working anylonger. It wasn't made as quickly as all the times before, and he swallowed hardly. He was so tired of this.

What is it you're trying to protect..?

The other man's voice pierced through the silence suddenly and Dilandou gasped slightly.

What is it you're trying to protect?

He looked up and stared intensly at the man infront of him. His wide eyes no longer burning of rage but something else.

Folken took a step forward slowly and stared deeply into the youth's red eyes.
Dilandou let out a shivering breath and his body started to shudder slightly. He felt all dizzy all of a sudden.

Unknown emotions seemed to overflow him and he didn't know how to controle it.
He turned down his gaze quickly, afraid that the other man would notice the insecurity in his eyes. He rose his hands to his head slowly and bend forward slightly.
What is this? he thought. What's happening to me..?

Dilandou felt his legs getting weaker and he fell to his knees suddenly, unable to move. Folken knelt down beside him and reached out a hand towards him. he said softly and the boy hit his hand away from him.

Don't touch me! he yelled and pushed his hands to his temples hardly.

I-It's the wine.... he whispered for himself, desperatly trying to find a reason for those strange feelings rushing through his body that caused him to shiver like this.

Even though Folken hadn't expected the boy to react like this, it was the kind of respons he had somehow been waiting for all this time. He had known for awhile that something wasn't right with the capten and that there was these things that no one knew anything about.
The final relapse of the scientists little experiment, so to call it.

It wasn't like the same boy at all. The facade was broken, the empty shell shattered.
he said again and the boy didn't answer, his body was shivering heavily and his sight was fading. Folken turned his face around and shouted for the guard. Fetch a doctor, quickly!


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Authors note: Gahh... I appologize for the sudden confusion about this fic. Umm, I have made a slight change in the plot so a few changes were made also in the following chapters.

I rewrote the chapter and quite a few more things are to be added/changed, since I'm not 100% sure of where this story's going at all. But, more chapters are to be posted with the next update so stay alert, and please keep reading and reviwing!
Thank you all ^__^