Well

Folken's footsteps echoed along the corridor, the best security system in the world, metal floors. What would Marvie think of next? A few guards shuffled uneasily as he walked past. Who did they think he was?

Van heard the bang on the door with a wash of sweet relief flooded over him as he realised that who or whatever it was would stop Dryden talking. Allen heard the knock on the door with a strange felling of terror. No one interrupted Dryden's meetings without good reason. No one ever banged that hard on the boardroom door.

"Get me a Doctor" No one moved "Now!"

The speaker was a young man, Allen noticed his hair was a mess and he was wearing a scruffy looking Zaibach uniform. Van noticed the dangerous looking sword and the bag. Of course them sword was only dangerous in the right hands. Van was pretty sure they were the right hands, but then he would have said the same about Allen and...well.

"Look I have a bad wound on my stomach" The warm, red blood oozed through his delicate fingers, staining his brown uniform dark red. Asturia

could be so stupid some times. " I need a doctor and a female one. The last man who touched me died" Maybe I've been in the army to long, Hiro thought as Emma was sent for.

Hiro only got a doctor on surprise value, had he walked in calmly and filled out the appropriate forms he wouldn't have had a hope in Hades. Let alone of course of a female doctor.

"Are you a prisoner of war?"

"How dare you even suggest that?" Hiro spat the words out like they stung his tongue. She started to clear the wound, Hiro swore.

"In the presence of a lady ?" Emma joked.

"Bitch"

Folken looked over the wall and saw the training field memoreys floated back uncalled. Hiro racing with the other commanders, Dilandau would win every time. Hiro couldn't take it, so he trained secretly every night. Then one day Hiro won, the look on Dilandau's face as Hiro crossed the finish line. Folken smiled, Hiro refused to race again after that. One victory was enough, but Dilandau wouldn't let it rest. Folken had a sneaking suspicion that Hiro never ran again and Dilandau could beat him easily now.

With a jolt Folken remembered why Hiro had never ran again. Dilandau, every thing was going wrong for him. Dryden handing Celena back, all his contemporaries being struck of one by one. A messenger ran up to him, the simple uniform reserved for them looked strange in the daylight, Miguel!

"Miguel, its time for training! are you trying to make Dilandau angry?"

He shook his head

"No sir, the DragonSlayers are no more, I am just here to tell you that Marvie has demoted Lor-Dilandau to g-g-guard duty, sir" The young man was shaking, the fear was written in the perspiration in his young, shapely face. Recently recalled from beyond the grave Marvie viewed the DragonSlayers as toys, she couldn't understand the destructive power that comes from respect.

" Why do I need to know this why don't you tell him your self?" The young mans eyes widened with fear, he shook even harder under Folken's unfaltering gaze.

Folken walked away in the direction of Dilandau's quarters this was not something that he was going to enjoy. He lit another cigarette and watched the smoke rise up to join the factories smog, smoke blowing with the breeze.

The sound of swords clattering.

" Yuki, your a bitch, compared to you Hitomi is Isis, Celena is, is.."

"Persephone? you lost fair and square!"

" I'll just have to train harder then!"

"That'll be the day, 'sides you drink to much"

" And you don't?"

"Yeah, whatever, you just can't take it when you lose!"

"And you can, huh!"

"I never said that!"

"Shut up!"

The sound of footsteps,

"Chiku, chiku, chiku..."

"Shut up, Yuki"

"I better go, before Folken is most displeased"

"Van will pay!"

"The scars cute Dilly!"

"Shut.."

Kiss

"See ya"

Foot steps

Marvie had listened to it hundreds of times, the tapes Dornkirk had taken of everything ever said in the base were useful not a little creepy. Who was this Yuki? When she found out she could control Dilandau! Folken she had, Hiro she couldn't have so she got rid of. Who was Yuki, no one called Yuki in the whole of Zaibach had any skill with a sword. So it must be the real name of someone pretending to be a boy. The only question left was who?

Eries poured a little of the mixture into her fathers plate, it was clear the soup hid it. She shouldn't have to stay here, one sister freed by death the other married to Dryden, her Dryden. She sighed, why couldn't she have married Dryden and Millerna married her precious Allen? No one had asked her.

She picked up the tray, a thin smile crossed her lips as she took it into her father.