PART TWO
Dirandau took another swig of wine. He'd already had eight glasses. He was definitely a bit tipsy.
He walked, as well as someone can in that condition, over to the window.
There were bars on it. Allen had been afraid that Dirandau might decide to jump out the window at some point. He opened the window, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
The sound could be heard anywhere on the grounds.
Most of the servants had not been told that Dirandau was staying there. They were horrified. It didn't sound human….what was that terrible sound? Were they safe?
Allen had been sitting at his desk writing when he heard the noise.
"Damn him……what's wrong now?"
He hurried to Serena's room, [To him, it would always be Serena's room, no matter who was staying in it.] trying his best to avoid the servants. They, no doubt, were very curious to know what was going on.
He opened the door slowly, not knowing what to expect. Seeing Dirandau in a very frumpled frilly-purple outfit, sitting cross-legged and reading a book wasn't it.
"Di…Dirandau?"
Dirandau laughed quietly. He sounded cracked.
"Allen Schezar…." He looked up at him, smiling. He then commenced laughing maniacally.
Allen stood back. That look in Dirandau's eyes….it was worse than before… Things obviously weren't going as well as Allen had thought.
Dirandau: "You care about me, right???" He stands up slowly, dangerously.
Allen blinked. Was this a joke? He didn't think it was possible for Dirandau to actually want someone to care about him….that would be ludicrous.
Allen: "Uh….of course………..of course I care, Dirandau…"
Dirandau nearly falls down laughing.
:: "So it was a joke….That Zaibach bastard!" ::
Allen's eyebrows set in anger.
Allen: "What's so funny about that?"
Dirandau didn't respond for a few minutes.
Allen: "I said-"
Dirandau: "I heard you."
He obviously intended to say no more. Allen couldn't look more confused, and Dirandau continued to snicker quietly. Allen couldn't take this much longer. He had been hoping to spend time with his sister, not some sadistic, psychotic little boy who probably still wanted to see him dead.
Allen: "You have to answer my questions, or we are never going to get anywhere with this."
Dirandau: "I don't have to do anything but stay in this room. I let you pretend to your friends I don't exist, and you leave me alone. That's the deal I'll make with you."
Allen: "Damn-it!! I'm in charge here, not you! You can't make the rules! You are here on my hospitality, remember?"
Dirandau smirks at Allen, and shakes his head; seeming to Allen as if to say, "You silly ass….you know who's really running this show…."
Allen: "Give me some sign you understand what I've told you right now, or so help me…!!"
He chucked the book at Allen. That was his sign.
:: "You'll never defeat me….Allen…"::
The book left a dark red mark on Allen's cheek.
Dirandau: "Oh look….now we have something in common…."
He put a hand over his scar, and commenced laughing again.
Allen: "Rrrrrrrr……You little-"
He decided not to finish that statement. He abandoned himself to rage, and charged at Dirandau.
The two wrestled for a few minutes. Poor Dirandau fought as well has he could, which wasn't all that well considering how ill he was.
Allen slammed Dirandau to the ground, and pinned him there by the shoulder.
Allen: "Now, you listen to me…I won't-"
Dirandau had his eyes shut. For the first time, Allen saw something….a deep-cut pain, evident on that young face. Maybe he hadn't noticed because it's hard to see an enemy's face in a guymelef…maybe he just didn't want to notice it.. It had never occurred to him that this..boy…could feel anything but hatred or that insane happiness which comes at the expense of so many other men. There could be nothing in-between. He had never seen Dirandau as human...not really.
How could Allen deal with this now? It was easy before….he could think those things about Dirandau, and that made it alright. Dirandau didn't matter. The only thing that did was his sister. She was simply ill, and all he was doing was curing her of some terrible illness. If Dirandau were a real person, how could Allen possibly continue with this?
Dirandau moaned quietly. Allen lifted him up, and held him gently.
Dirandau: *Whispered* "You bastard...you broke my arm.."
Allen's touch made his skin crawl. Everything in Dirandau reviled from being held like this.
Almost everything. There was one small part of him, deep down, that wanted this.
It was Serena…Damn her. Dirandau couldn't stand the fact that she had some power over how he felt, his emotions. They were his, and his alone. How dare she try to control them!
This went on for an indeterminable amount of time.
At some point, Dirandau began to feel that someone, something watching him. He turned his head slightly in the direction of the door. Eries was there, staring at them with those cool, passionless eyes. People always talked about virtue, doing what's right, and how people like him are wrong for doing or thinking the things they do. Yet, he often caught a look of murder in their eyes.
He saw that look in her eyes now.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes more. The light faded slowly from Dirandau's eyes, and he feel asleep.
{I hope y'all have been enjoying my first fan-fic so far. More importantly, I hope it makes you think, and gives you something interesting to think about.
Remember: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but flames will never burn me. J}
Dirandau took another swig of wine. He'd already had eight glasses. He was definitely a bit tipsy.
He walked, as well as someone can in that condition, over to the window.
There were bars on it. Allen had been afraid that Dirandau might decide to jump out the window at some point. He opened the window, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
The sound could be heard anywhere on the grounds.
Most of the servants had not been told that Dirandau was staying there. They were horrified. It didn't sound human….what was that terrible sound? Were they safe?
Allen had been sitting at his desk writing when he heard the noise.
"Damn him……what's wrong now?"
He hurried to Serena's room, [To him, it would always be Serena's room, no matter who was staying in it.] trying his best to avoid the servants. They, no doubt, were very curious to know what was going on.
He opened the door slowly, not knowing what to expect. Seeing Dirandau in a very frumpled frilly-purple outfit, sitting cross-legged and reading a book wasn't it.
"Di…Dirandau?"
Dirandau laughed quietly. He sounded cracked.
"Allen Schezar…." He looked up at him, smiling. He then commenced laughing maniacally.
Allen stood back. That look in Dirandau's eyes….it was worse than before… Things obviously weren't going as well as Allen had thought.
Dirandau: "You care about me, right???" He stands up slowly, dangerously.
Allen blinked. Was this a joke? He didn't think it was possible for Dirandau to actually want someone to care about him….that would be ludicrous.
Allen: "Uh….of course………..of course I care, Dirandau…"
Dirandau nearly falls down laughing.
:: "So it was a joke….That Zaibach bastard!" ::
Allen's eyebrows set in anger.
Allen: "What's so funny about that?"
Dirandau didn't respond for a few minutes.
Allen: "I said-"
Dirandau: "I heard you."
He obviously intended to say no more. Allen couldn't look more confused, and Dirandau continued to snicker quietly. Allen couldn't take this much longer. He had been hoping to spend time with his sister, not some sadistic, psychotic little boy who probably still wanted to see him dead.
Allen: "You have to answer my questions, or we are never going to get anywhere with this."
Dirandau: "I don't have to do anything but stay in this room. I let you pretend to your friends I don't exist, and you leave me alone. That's the deal I'll make with you."
Allen: "Damn-it!! I'm in charge here, not you! You can't make the rules! You are here on my hospitality, remember?"
Dirandau smirks at Allen, and shakes his head; seeming to Allen as if to say, "You silly ass….you know who's really running this show…."
Allen: "Give me some sign you understand what I've told you right now, or so help me…!!"
He chucked the book at Allen. That was his sign.
:: "You'll never defeat me….Allen…"::
The book left a dark red mark on Allen's cheek.
Dirandau: "Oh look….now we have something in common…."
He put a hand over his scar, and commenced laughing again.
Allen: "Rrrrrrrr……You little-"
He decided not to finish that statement. He abandoned himself to rage, and charged at Dirandau.
The two wrestled for a few minutes. Poor Dirandau fought as well has he could, which wasn't all that well considering how ill he was.
Allen slammed Dirandau to the ground, and pinned him there by the shoulder.
Allen: "Now, you listen to me…I won't-"
Dirandau had his eyes shut. For the first time, Allen saw something….a deep-cut pain, evident on that young face. Maybe he hadn't noticed because it's hard to see an enemy's face in a guymelef…maybe he just didn't want to notice it.. It had never occurred to him that this..boy…could feel anything but hatred or that insane happiness which comes at the expense of so many other men. There could be nothing in-between. He had never seen Dirandau as human...not really.
How could Allen deal with this now? It was easy before….he could think those things about Dirandau, and that made it alright. Dirandau didn't matter. The only thing that did was his sister. She was simply ill, and all he was doing was curing her of some terrible illness. If Dirandau were a real person, how could Allen possibly continue with this?
Dirandau moaned quietly. Allen lifted him up, and held him gently.
Dirandau: *Whispered* "You bastard...you broke my arm.."
Allen's touch made his skin crawl. Everything in Dirandau reviled from being held like this.
Almost everything. There was one small part of him, deep down, that wanted this.
It was Serena…Damn her. Dirandau couldn't stand the fact that she had some power over how he felt, his emotions. They were his, and his alone. How dare she try to control them!
This went on for an indeterminable amount of time.
At some point, Dirandau began to feel that someone, something watching him. He turned his head slightly in the direction of the door. Eries was there, staring at them with those cool, passionless eyes. People always talked about virtue, doing what's right, and how people like him are wrong for doing or thinking the things they do. Yet, he often caught a look of murder in their eyes.
He saw that look in her eyes now.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes more. The light faded slowly from Dirandau's eyes, and he feel asleep.
{I hope y'all have been enjoying my first fan-fic so far. More importantly, I hope it makes you think, and gives you something interesting to think about.
Remember: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but flames will never burn me. J}
