Chapter 9: Mishaps
A/N: Honestly, I have an excuse this time! I was being brainwashed by neopets. What?! It's true! For a month or so, neopets kinda dominated my mind, but I'm ok now. BUT I'VE MISSED SO MANY EXCELLENT FANFICS!!!!!!! (
Constructive criticism? Ideas? (Don't worry, I'm TRYING to make the upcoming chapters better than this one.) email me at mmgal@pacbell.net or simply tell me in a review.
Yes, this is a really crummy chapter. *sigh*
Riane woke up groggily. "Mmm.? I don't wanna wake up yet, Mom," she murmured, her words slurred with drowsiness.
There was muffled laughter. "Well, that's fine and dandy, but. first of all, I'm not your mother. Second of all, you are going to be late for dinner."
That voice definitely wasn't female. Since when had her mother turned into a male?!
Riane's mind clicked suddenly as she shot up to a sitting position in bed. "Gatti?"
"You guessed it," was the response as the laughter started up again.
Riane sprang off the bed and bolted to the door. Opening it, she peered at Gatti, who was doubled over with laughter. "Well, I'm glad you are benefiting so much from my mishaps!"
"I'm glad too, but can you hurry up already? Lord Dilandau will not be pleased if we are late for dinner!" Gatti remarked.
She nodded slightly, and the two began sprinting through the hallways. They lucked out, though, because when they arrived, the normally prompt general was nowhere in sight.
*~*~*~*~
Dilandau listened listlessly to Folken's monotonous voice drone on, if what he did could be called listening. Rather, the words came in one ear and out the other, as the saying goes. His thoughts drifted to other places.like the new female soldier Folken had chosen. All his other 'Slayers had been picked by hand by Dilandau himself, and he wondered vaguely if the girl would be up to standards.
Thus, he was much relieved when the Strategos dismissed him.
The boy nodded wearily. Getting up from his chair, he stretched his legs a bit and strode off without a word.
When he entered the dining hall, all went silent and averted their eyes from his as sign of respect. that is.all except her.
Dilandau swore under his breath. Of all the people.Of all the damn girls in the world. He just had to choose the one that's bent on killing me. Then again, just about everyone wants revenge on me in some way or another.
Defiant violet eyes met his own and then flickered to an area near his throat. He knew what she was gazing at. The bandage. the bandage that concealed the wound she herself had dealt. Self consciously, his gloved fingers grazed the white cloth, causing a faint smirk not unlike the one he himself often wore to grace the girl's lips, as if to boast, I did that.
"You." he finally found his power to speak, "You are the new Dragon Slayer?" The albino's voice was a mix of disbelief, arrogance, anger, and resentment.
"Yes sir." Her tone suggested the same hint of mockery her grin denoted.
Dilandau circled the girl, scrutinizing her disdainfully. "Really now. Folken is disgracing Zaibach with his lack of taste. A puny weakling like you belongs in the dungeons, rotting in the darkness," he sneered.
She kept her face impassive as she replied coolly, "If you say so, Dilandau." A gloved hand came into contact with her cheek in an instant.
She reeled backwards with the force, dazed.
"Never, never call me Dilandau. I am Lord Dilandau to you, insolent girl!"
"My name is Riane," she spat back at him.
Strange, he thought inwardly, she said her name was Iris. Aloud he snarled, lifting her up by the collar, "I don't care. But address me with such disrespect again-" his voice dropped to a soft murmur, so that only they alone could hear "-and I'll have both your head.and your brother's."
Riane paled considerably at this mention, and he dropped her back on her feet. Well then. That's that. I won't have any further trouble from her now. But he was wrong.
A/N: Honestly, I have an excuse this time! I was being brainwashed by neopets. What?! It's true! For a month or so, neopets kinda dominated my mind, but I'm ok now. BUT I'VE MISSED SO MANY EXCELLENT FANFICS!!!!!!! (
Constructive criticism? Ideas? (Don't worry, I'm TRYING to make the upcoming chapters better than this one.) email me at mmgal@pacbell.net or simply tell me in a review.
Yes, this is a really crummy chapter. *sigh*
Riane woke up groggily. "Mmm.? I don't wanna wake up yet, Mom," she murmured, her words slurred with drowsiness.
There was muffled laughter. "Well, that's fine and dandy, but. first of all, I'm not your mother. Second of all, you are going to be late for dinner."
That voice definitely wasn't female. Since when had her mother turned into a male?!
Riane's mind clicked suddenly as she shot up to a sitting position in bed. "Gatti?"
"You guessed it," was the response as the laughter started up again.
Riane sprang off the bed and bolted to the door. Opening it, she peered at Gatti, who was doubled over with laughter. "Well, I'm glad you are benefiting so much from my mishaps!"
"I'm glad too, but can you hurry up already? Lord Dilandau will not be pleased if we are late for dinner!" Gatti remarked.
She nodded slightly, and the two began sprinting through the hallways. They lucked out, though, because when they arrived, the normally prompt general was nowhere in sight.
*~*~*~*~
Dilandau listened listlessly to Folken's monotonous voice drone on, if what he did could be called listening. Rather, the words came in one ear and out the other, as the saying goes. His thoughts drifted to other places.like the new female soldier Folken had chosen. All his other 'Slayers had been picked by hand by Dilandau himself, and he wondered vaguely if the girl would be up to standards.
Thus, he was much relieved when the Strategos dismissed him.
The boy nodded wearily. Getting up from his chair, he stretched his legs a bit and strode off without a word.
When he entered the dining hall, all went silent and averted their eyes from his as sign of respect. that is.all except her.
Dilandau swore under his breath. Of all the people.Of all the damn girls in the world. He just had to choose the one that's bent on killing me. Then again, just about everyone wants revenge on me in some way or another.
Defiant violet eyes met his own and then flickered to an area near his throat. He knew what she was gazing at. The bandage. the bandage that concealed the wound she herself had dealt. Self consciously, his gloved fingers grazed the white cloth, causing a faint smirk not unlike the one he himself often wore to grace the girl's lips, as if to boast, I did that.
"You." he finally found his power to speak, "You are the new Dragon Slayer?" The albino's voice was a mix of disbelief, arrogance, anger, and resentment.
"Yes sir." Her tone suggested the same hint of mockery her grin denoted.
Dilandau circled the girl, scrutinizing her disdainfully. "Really now. Folken is disgracing Zaibach with his lack of taste. A puny weakling like you belongs in the dungeons, rotting in the darkness," he sneered.
She kept her face impassive as she replied coolly, "If you say so, Dilandau." A gloved hand came into contact with her cheek in an instant.
She reeled backwards with the force, dazed.
"Never, never call me Dilandau. I am Lord Dilandau to you, insolent girl!"
"My name is Riane," she spat back at him.
Strange, he thought inwardly, she said her name was Iris. Aloud he snarled, lifting her up by the collar, "I don't care. But address me with such disrespect again-" his voice dropped to a soft murmur, so that only they alone could hear "-and I'll have both your head.and your brother's."
Riane paled considerably at this mention, and he dropped her back on her feet. Well then. That's that. I won't have any further trouble from her now. But he was wrong.
