Ziabach's worst enemy!
Part 6
Eventually I had fallen asleep. Could you blame me? there was just about nothing I could do that didn't involve me moving, that guy... Gatti, had told me to get some rest, like that other guy, Viole, had told him.
Dreams.... things I didn't usually have... I was having now... but... it was like they weren't mine... they were someone else's... someone... who didn't want to remember their past, someone who... who hated where they were.
* * *
"Listen son, I know that you'll like it there. I know how much you love it here, and how much you want to stay, but you're never going improve your skill if you don't join the dragon slayers with Ziabach."
"But Father!"
"I don't want to hear another word, Gracy packed you up all ready, the carriage with be here in a few moments."
Who was talking? My dad? No, someone else's dad, and this was someone else's memory. How was it that I could be seeing this person? This thing... what was this? Where was I?
"It's here, go, now."
"But-"
"I said GO!"
The ground started passing around me, tree's moved swiftly by, and then the carriage was all around me, er, around him. And uh -- we -- started moving. The boy's eyes looked to his father, and hate and rage were bruing within his mind, then, he looked at someone, I guessed that it was his mother...
* * *
Jerking awake, I sat up.
"Woah! Hold it!" Someone was saying. I shot my head in their direction, they were sitting on my bed. Dilandau, what was he doing? He had a rag in his hand, and I realized my hair was sopping wet, and so was the pillow.
"What just happened?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.
"I don't know, all I know is that you were jerking around in your bed and in a cold sweat," He said, dropping the rag in my hand. I realized how wet my shirt was, must have been because I was sweating so much.
"Uh, thanks," I said, and rubbed the back of my neck, I glanced away, and then back, and Dilandau was watching my every move. From the way my hand moved and used the cold moistened towel to wipe off all my perspiration, to the way my eyes would flicker.
"Yeah," he said, and stood.
"Why would you care if I was having a bad dream or got sick?" I asked, taking the towel away from my face.
"I wouldn't, but Folken-sama might," He said, and started walking away.
"You said might, does that mean you were doing it on your own will?"
He glanced back. "I just did it because I wouldn't want to get into trouble, now get some rest, your not fully healed."
"No thanks to you..." I said, and started wiping my face again. He turned around and glared at me. "Well, it's true. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to have these things around my wrists or anything," I said, holding out my wrists showing him.
"I know I know."
"Yeah, you should know, you did it after all," I said, bringing my arms back, I wasn't sweating anymore, it was as if my experience with reading someone's mind, or their memory, was just nothing out of the ordinary.
"Look, I didn't mean to make it so bad!" He shouted, and then glared at me.
"Is that so?" I said, standing, and throwing the rag at him. "I couldn't tell, considering you didn't seem to care that I could hardly walk."
"All right! I'm sorry okay?!" He asked, and turned around as I saw his face turn a cherry red.
I raised one of my eye brows. In all the years I had been watching this guy and everyone else here for that matter, I had never ever heard this guy apologies.
"Did I just hear right?" I asked.
"Just get some rest."
I walked over and grabbed his shoulder spinning him around. "Just because I'm in a good mood, you're forgiven."
That just got him mad. He grabbed my hand and twisted it.
"I don't apologize to anyone."
"Really? Because I could have sworn that's just what you did." He twisted my arm more, and I could feel the scab that formed across my writs split open.
"AH!" I couldn't stop myself, my knee's buckled and I fell to the floor.
Dilandau seemed a little surprised and immediately let me go, and then bent down to see what was wrong.
"Agh... I think you made my ugh... wrist start to bleed again..." I was gripping it now, which made the gauss thinner and the blood seep through faster, making it look worse then it probably was.
For a while, Dilandau didn't know what to do. Either help me, or make some smart remark and then leave me, sending in Viole to take care of it. But, after some time, I heard a tearing noise, and looked up to see what was going on. Dilandau had taken off his upper armor, and was now only wearing a black tang top and his pants. I had to look down almost right away, seeing him look so kawaii was something different for me.
"Here..." He said, getting on his knee's and taking my wrist gently for once.
"Uh..." I said, I had no idea what he was doing. But he carefully unwrapped the bandage Viole had put on, and started wrapping it again with the strip of his uniform that he had ripped off. "Um... thanks..." I said as soon as he was done.
"Yeah..."
"You're not bad, almost as good as Viole," I said smugly. I looked up as saw him studding my face, I blushed a little, and looked down.
"Hm, not bad for someone who hasn't had to do anything medical for a while," He said, looking at the wrist and touching the bandage before picking it up again.
"It wouldn't really be bad anyway," I said, looking up again. I seemed to keep wanting to look at his face... it was different the way he looked strong without his armor somehow. And I wasn't afraid to admit, he was a pretty good looking guy.
He looked at me, and blushed before dropping my hand and standing quickly. He held out his hand as an offering to me for help standing up.
"Thanks," I said, taking it wearily, while watching him. Dilandau was kind of like a viper, he was fast, and mean, but you never knew when he would strike. I figured, for once, I would surprise him.
And before I knew it, our lips were firmly connected, and his hand was gripping mine. Totally surprised, I knew I was the one who had started it, but the fact the he seemed to be kissing me back and holding my hand so tightly was something that made me wonder if maybe he was the one who kissed me, not the other way around.
It was soft, and exploratory, but there was no tongue, a perfect kiss in my opinion. It only lasted a second, but it seemed like a few minutes, and I was the one who broke it.
"Uh..." Dilandau stuttered. "I have to go get my uniform fixed now," And then he picked it up without even a second thought.
I laughed when he had left the room. Who would have thought that he would have been able to kiss so well? And considering he was supposed to be some magerly tough guy, and the he cant even stay to look at me, that was something that stricked me as funny.
I stalked over to my bed and fell asleep remembering and replaying what had just happened.
* * *
Waking up, I saw Gatti coming into my room holding a tray. 'How nice, and hotel breakfast in bed.'
"Hi," I said, sitting up.
"Oh!" He said, surprised. "I thought you were asleep."
"I was, but I woke up."
"I didn't do it, did I?"
"Nah. Do you want some help?" I asked, getting up and walking over. I seemed to be happier now. Maybe because of what happened yesterday, but I doubted it.
"Uh, sure," He said as I didn't wait for an answer and took some things off the tray.
"Good, because I would have done it even if you had said no."
Gatti smiled and even laughed a little.
"So, where do we put this stuff?" I asked.
"You were supposed to eat on your bed, but you got up."
"We can still put it there," I said, creeping over and putting the drinks on a bedstead and Gatti placed the tray on the matted sheets. "Care to join me?" I asked.
"Uh...." Gatti seemed startled by that question.
"Come on, I'm not gonna bit you." I said, sitting on the bed.
"I guess..." He said, and sat down across from me.
"Sheesh, don't you people ever have any fun around here?" I asked.
"For us, sword training is fun," He said, watching me take a sip from my water.
"That's got to suck." I said. He nodded in agreement. "Want some milk or orange juice?" I asked. "I'm not going to drink them."
"Uh, I guess." He said, and reached for the milk.
"So, you've never actually had something for fun? You've never... ridden a horse?" I asked, he shook his head.
"We always ride in our guymelefs or take a carriage."
"Uh, how boring! You've never even picked on your other fellow soldiers?" He shook his head again. "Oh I pity you! No, you know what?" I asked, starting to move the tray off my bed. "We're going to have a little fun right now."
"Uh, what are you going to do?" He asked, getting off the bed.
"For crying out loud, I'm not going to hurt you, get up here. Come on," I said, and he stepped back onto the bed. "Now jump." I said.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"Jump!" I commanded. He looked at me like he didn't understand. "Jees, do I have to show you?" I asked, and started jumping on the bed. "Come on, it's not hard," I said, and pushed down on his shoulders then let go really fast and he bounced on the bed.
"Uh... okay..." And he started jumping on the bed.
"Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and broke his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, one less monkey jumping on the bed." I started to sing. Gatti started laughing as I went on with the song. "Nine little monkeys..." I went on.
Eventually Gatti caught on, and we counted down, and he even got it right for the last one.
"See? That was kind of fun." I said, flopping down, jumping so much for so long was something I had forgotten about how tired it makes you.
"I have to go now," he said, finishing his milk. "I'm sure general Alfidose has another message waiting for me."
"So, you're like... the messenger, right?" I asked.
"Oh your quick," He said with fake sarcasm. I laughed and said good by to him as he left the room.
Looks like it wasn't going to be so hard after all. I finished eating and lied down on the bed that was softer from all the jumping and stuff we had done. Again, I fell asleep.
* * *
My eyes were still tired when I got up again, but I couldn't ignore the door closing. I just barley opened one eye, and saw Dilandau coming into my room holding some things. 'What's he doing?' I asked myself.
Dilandau walked into the darkest corner of my room and started putting something on the wall.
When he started to leave, I sat up. "What are you doing?" I asked.
He seemed amused that I knew he was fooling around in my room doing something.
"Camera's, we want to be sure that you wont run away again." He said, and kept walking.
"Is that true? Or is it just because you want to be able to keep starring at me?" I asked.
"Look, about that," he said, turning around. "You did that, not me."
"Are you sure? I mean, you really didn't seem to want to stop," I said.
"Yes! You were the one who kissed me!"
"Really? I'm not to trusting on that, I mean, you were holding my hand pretty tightly." I got up and walked over to him.
"Why did you kiss me?" He asked, his eyes lingering on my face.
"I wanted to surprise you for once. What better way to do it then the thing they should hate the most, but then again, I'm not to sure that you hated it."
"Is that so? Well, I'll have to remember that. What is it you hate most Tora?" He asked.
"That would probably be you Dilandau. Yeah, because you were the one who killed my family, you were the one who burned down my home town. You were the one who allowed your soldiers to terrorize my only home, and push my little sister. Yes, I think I hate you more then anything," I said.
He looked at me. I couldn't believe that I had just let all that out. For once in my life, I was able to say what I wanted to him. And he didn't stop me by smacking me or cutting me off.
"Well, then go ahead and hate me. But just one thing..." he said, and I only had time to take a breath before his hand was behind my neck, forcing me to kiss him. His other arm slowly wrapped around my waist as I tried to walk away, making it so I could move.
My arms felt totally limp, they were like Jello, like if I tried pushing him away they would break into a thousand tiny pieces and then really leave me defenseless.
But... something in me... something was also making me stop, making it so that he could kiss me as long as he wanted. And it was enjoying it. It liked having him so close, and it was slowly creeping up my spine taking more control over my arms.
It closed my eyes, as his had been since he started, and made my arms wrap around his neck. Why was it doing this? This thing was starting to take over my mind, making me think more and more about how good looking he was, when the other feeling, this feeling of hate I'd had for so long, was battling it, and I didn't know what to do.
He killed my master... He burned my town.... he destroyed my family... he was evil. The hate and rage won over, and I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, and at the same time he broke the kiss and stood there, one hand behind my neck, the other in the middle of my back.
I pushed him off and slugged him. "If you think that by kissing me, I'm just going to forget what you've done to me, then your dead wrong."
"Hm, but I could have sworn that I felt your arms around my neck, just the way I was holding you a second ago." He said, there was no doubt in his voice, he knew that I had done it, just like he said I had.
"Get out!" I screamed. He laughed as he pointed a red light at the thing in the corner and then closed the door. "Oh my god! I can't believe this!" I shouted and ran over to the bed and started doing something I hadn't done my whole life. I cried. I cried for everyone. For my family, for my town... for Gatti... for Dilandau... I cried for all of them....
Part 6
Eventually I had fallen asleep. Could you blame me? there was just about nothing I could do that didn't involve me moving, that guy... Gatti, had told me to get some rest, like that other guy, Viole, had told him.
Dreams.... things I didn't usually have... I was having now... but... it was like they weren't mine... they were someone else's... someone... who didn't want to remember their past, someone who... who hated where they were.
* * *
"Listen son, I know that you'll like it there. I know how much you love it here, and how much you want to stay, but you're never going improve your skill if you don't join the dragon slayers with Ziabach."
"But Father!"
"I don't want to hear another word, Gracy packed you up all ready, the carriage with be here in a few moments."
Who was talking? My dad? No, someone else's dad, and this was someone else's memory. How was it that I could be seeing this person? This thing... what was this? Where was I?
"It's here, go, now."
"But-"
"I said GO!"
The ground started passing around me, tree's moved swiftly by, and then the carriage was all around me, er, around him. And uh -- we -- started moving. The boy's eyes looked to his father, and hate and rage were bruing within his mind, then, he looked at someone, I guessed that it was his mother...
* * *
Jerking awake, I sat up.
"Woah! Hold it!" Someone was saying. I shot my head in their direction, they were sitting on my bed. Dilandau, what was he doing? He had a rag in his hand, and I realized my hair was sopping wet, and so was the pillow.
"What just happened?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.
"I don't know, all I know is that you were jerking around in your bed and in a cold sweat," He said, dropping the rag in my hand. I realized how wet my shirt was, must have been because I was sweating so much.
"Uh, thanks," I said, and rubbed the back of my neck, I glanced away, and then back, and Dilandau was watching my every move. From the way my hand moved and used the cold moistened towel to wipe off all my perspiration, to the way my eyes would flicker.
"Yeah," he said, and stood.
"Why would you care if I was having a bad dream or got sick?" I asked, taking the towel away from my face.
"I wouldn't, but Folken-sama might," He said, and started walking away.
"You said might, does that mean you were doing it on your own will?"
He glanced back. "I just did it because I wouldn't want to get into trouble, now get some rest, your not fully healed."
"No thanks to you..." I said, and started wiping my face again. He turned around and glared at me. "Well, it's true. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to have these things around my wrists or anything," I said, holding out my wrists showing him.
"I know I know."
"Yeah, you should know, you did it after all," I said, bringing my arms back, I wasn't sweating anymore, it was as if my experience with reading someone's mind, or their memory, was just nothing out of the ordinary.
"Look, I didn't mean to make it so bad!" He shouted, and then glared at me.
"Is that so?" I said, standing, and throwing the rag at him. "I couldn't tell, considering you didn't seem to care that I could hardly walk."
"All right! I'm sorry okay?!" He asked, and turned around as I saw his face turn a cherry red.
I raised one of my eye brows. In all the years I had been watching this guy and everyone else here for that matter, I had never ever heard this guy apologies.
"Did I just hear right?" I asked.
"Just get some rest."
I walked over and grabbed his shoulder spinning him around. "Just because I'm in a good mood, you're forgiven."
That just got him mad. He grabbed my hand and twisted it.
"I don't apologize to anyone."
"Really? Because I could have sworn that's just what you did." He twisted my arm more, and I could feel the scab that formed across my writs split open.
"AH!" I couldn't stop myself, my knee's buckled and I fell to the floor.
Dilandau seemed a little surprised and immediately let me go, and then bent down to see what was wrong.
"Agh... I think you made my ugh... wrist start to bleed again..." I was gripping it now, which made the gauss thinner and the blood seep through faster, making it look worse then it probably was.
For a while, Dilandau didn't know what to do. Either help me, or make some smart remark and then leave me, sending in Viole to take care of it. But, after some time, I heard a tearing noise, and looked up to see what was going on. Dilandau had taken off his upper armor, and was now only wearing a black tang top and his pants. I had to look down almost right away, seeing him look so kawaii was something different for me.
"Here..." He said, getting on his knee's and taking my wrist gently for once.
"Uh..." I said, I had no idea what he was doing. But he carefully unwrapped the bandage Viole had put on, and started wrapping it again with the strip of his uniform that he had ripped off. "Um... thanks..." I said as soon as he was done.
"Yeah..."
"You're not bad, almost as good as Viole," I said smugly. I looked up as saw him studding my face, I blushed a little, and looked down.
"Hm, not bad for someone who hasn't had to do anything medical for a while," He said, looking at the wrist and touching the bandage before picking it up again.
"It wouldn't really be bad anyway," I said, looking up again. I seemed to keep wanting to look at his face... it was different the way he looked strong without his armor somehow. And I wasn't afraid to admit, he was a pretty good looking guy.
He looked at me, and blushed before dropping my hand and standing quickly. He held out his hand as an offering to me for help standing up.
"Thanks," I said, taking it wearily, while watching him. Dilandau was kind of like a viper, he was fast, and mean, but you never knew when he would strike. I figured, for once, I would surprise him.
And before I knew it, our lips were firmly connected, and his hand was gripping mine. Totally surprised, I knew I was the one who had started it, but the fact the he seemed to be kissing me back and holding my hand so tightly was something that made me wonder if maybe he was the one who kissed me, not the other way around.
It was soft, and exploratory, but there was no tongue, a perfect kiss in my opinion. It only lasted a second, but it seemed like a few minutes, and I was the one who broke it.
"Uh..." Dilandau stuttered. "I have to go get my uniform fixed now," And then he picked it up without even a second thought.
I laughed when he had left the room. Who would have thought that he would have been able to kiss so well? And considering he was supposed to be some magerly tough guy, and the he cant even stay to look at me, that was something that stricked me as funny.
I stalked over to my bed and fell asleep remembering and replaying what had just happened.
* * *
Waking up, I saw Gatti coming into my room holding a tray. 'How nice, and hotel breakfast in bed.'
"Hi," I said, sitting up.
"Oh!" He said, surprised. "I thought you were asleep."
"I was, but I woke up."
"I didn't do it, did I?"
"Nah. Do you want some help?" I asked, getting up and walking over. I seemed to be happier now. Maybe because of what happened yesterday, but I doubted it.
"Uh, sure," He said as I didn't wait for an answer and took some things off the tray.
"Good, because I would have done it even if you had said no."
Gatti smiled and even laughed a little.
"So, where do we put this stuff?" I asked.
"You were supposed to eat on your bed, but you got up."
"We can still put it there," I said, creeping over and putting the drinks on a bedstead and Gatti placed the tray on the matted sheets. "Care to join me?" I asked.
"Uh...." Gatti seemed startled by that question.
"Come on, I'm not gonna bit you." I said, sitting on the bed.
"I guess..." He said, and sat down across from me.
"Sheesh, don't you people ever have any fun around here?" I asked.
"For us, sword training is fun," He said, watching me take a sip from my water.
"That's got to suck." I said. He nodded in agreement. "Want some milk or orange juice?" I asked. "I'm not going to drink them."
"Uh, I guess." He said, and reached for the milk.
"So, you've never actually had something for fun? You've never... ridden a horse?" I asked, he shook his head.
"We always ride in our guymelefs or take a carriage."
"Uh, how boring! You've never even picked on your other fellow soldiers?" He shook his head again. "Oh I pity you! No, you know what?" I asked, starting to move the tray off my bed. "We're going to have a little fun right now."
"Uh, what are you going to do?" He asked, getting off the bed.
"For crying out loud, I'm not going to hurt you, get up here. Come on," I said, and he stepped back onto the bed. "Now jump." I said.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"Jump!" I commanded. He looked at me like he didn't understand. "Jees, do I have to show you?" I asked, and started jumping on the bed. "Come on, it's not hard," I said, and pushed down on his shoulders then let go really fast and he bounced on the bed.
"Uh... okay..." And he started jumping on the bed.
"Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and broke his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, one less monkey jumping on the bed." I started to sing. Gatti started laughing as I went on with the song. "Nine little monkeys..." I went on.
Eventually Gatti caught on, and we counted down, and he even got it right for the last one.
"See? That was kind of fun." I said, flopping down, jumping so much for so long was something I had forgotten about how tired it makes you.
"I have to go now," he said, finishing his milk. "I'm sure general Alfidose has another message waiting for me."
"So, you're like... the messenger, right?" I asked.
"Oh your quick," He said with fake sarcasm. I laughed and said good by to him as he left the room.
Looks like it wasn't going to be so hard after all. I finished eating and lied down on the bed that was softer from all the jumping and stuff we had done. Again, I fell asleep.
* * *
My eyes were still tired when I got up again, but I couldn't ignore the door closing. I just barley opened one eye, and saw Dilandau coming into my room holding some things. 'What's he doing?' I asked myself.
Dilandau walked into the darkest corner of my room and started putting something on the wall.
When he started to leave, I sat up. "What are you doing?" I asked.
He seemed amused that I knew he was fooling around in my room doing something.
"Camera's, we want to be sure that you wont run away again." He said, and kept walking.
"Is that true? Or is it just because you want to be able to keep starring at me?" I asked.
"Look, about that," he said, turning around. "You did that, not me."
"Are you sure? I mean, you really didn't seem to want to stop," I said.
"Yes! You were the one who kissed me!"
"Really? I'm not to trusting on that, I mean, you were holding my hand pretty tightly." I got up and walked over to him.
"Why did you kiss me?" He asked, his eyes lingering on my face.
"I wanted to surprise you for once. What better way to do it then the thing they should hate the most, but then again, I'm not to sure that you hated it."
"Is that so? Well, I'll have to remember that. What is it you hate most Tora?" He asked.
"That would probably be you Dilandau. Yeah, because you were the one who killed my family, you were the one who burned down my home town. You were the one who allowed your soldiers to terrorize my only home, and push my little sister. Yes, I think I hate you more then anything," I said.
He looked at me. I couldn't believe that I had just let all that out. For once in my life, I was able to say what I wanted to him. And he didn't stop me by smacking me or cutting me off.
"Well, then go ahead and hate me. But just one thing..." he said, and I only had time to take a breath before his hand was behind my neck, forcing me to kiss him. His other arm slowly wrapped around my waist as I tried to walk away, making it so I could move.
My arms felt totally limp, they were like Jello, like if I tried pushing him away they would break into a thousand tiny pieces and then really leave me defenseless.
But... something in me... something was also making me stop, making it so that he could kiss me as long as he wanted. And it was enjoying it. It liked having him so close, and it was slowly creeping up my spine taking more control over my arms.
It closed my eyes, as his had been since he started, and made my arms wrap around his neck. Why was it doing this? This thing was starting to take over my mind, making me think more and more about how good looking he was, when the other feeling, this feeling of hate I'd had for so long, was battling it, and I didn't know what to do.
He killed my master... He burned my town.... he destroyed my family... he was evil. The hate and rage won over, and I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, and at the same time he broke the kiss and stood there, one hand behind my neck, the other in the middle of my back.
I pushed him off and slugged him. "If you think that by kissing me, I'm just going to forget what you've done to me, then your dead wrong."
"Hm, but I could have sworn that I felt your arms around my neck, just the way I was holding you a second ago." He said, there was no doubt in his voice, he knew that I had done it, just like he said I had.
"Get out!" I screamed. He laughed as he pointed a red light at the thing in the corner and then closed the door. "Oh my god! I can't believe this!" I shouted and ran over to the bed and started doing something I hadn't done my whole life. I cried. I cried for everyone. For my family, for my town... for Gatti... for Dilandau... I cried for all of them....