Chapter 10: Early Bird
A/N: There's more author's notes at the end. Thanks to: youknowme, Asha Azreal, and Phoenix for reviewing. You people are great!
As always, email me at mmgal@pacbell.net if you've got questions, comments, flames, ideas, and the like.
Nearly the whole of those under Dilandau's command were assembled in the training room at the crack of dawn, ready for the grueling day ahead. NEARLY, but not all.
There was one still sleeping in her quarters, peacefully resting in slumber land, but not for long.
"What? Where is Riane?" Dilandau demanded.
"I think she's still asleep Lord Dilandau," Gatti replied.
"Then why didn't you WAKE HER UP??????"
The blond slightly jumped, startled. "Forgive me, Lord Dilandau. I'll go now--"
"Forget it." The angry albino cut in sharply. "I'll do it myself. Start sparring without me."
"Yes sir."
The pale boy turned away, and began briskly walking toward Riane's quarter. How dare she, he thought furiously. How DARE she think she can just join Zaibach's elite in the blink of an eye and sleep in during training hours?
He slammed the door open, striding to her bedside. "Get up!" he yelled, shaking her roughly by the shoulders.
All Dilandau received in return for his efforts was a punch in the face and the slurred statement of one still dreaming, "Lemme 'lone."
The boy's eye twitched slightly. "WHY YOU LITTLE-" And then he backhanded her so hard she tumbled off the bed, a very long and elaborate string of swearwords escaping out her mouth.
"Wha? Who slapped me?" Riane said to herself, still dazed. Then, her head slowly swiveled around to look at Dilandau, and her mouth dropping open and her eyes widening. "Damn."
"Who the hell do you think are, skipping training, sleeping in when you should be practicing?" he shouted as he jerked her head up by the hair.
She winced. "No one told me when or where training was to take place."
"THEN YOU ASK!!!" his voice rapidly increased in volume.
The girl shrank back from him. "Yes Lord Dilandau."
"Get dressed. You are late." he said impassively tossing her the blue uniform, and then leaving, shutting the door hard.
"Weird," the female Dragon Slayer muttered to herself, "He was yelling at me one moment, and very cool and composed the next, like two different voices instead of one." She glanced at the clock and sighed. "Five thirty! And that's only because I'm late, too! How the hell am I supposed to get up earlier than five thirty every morning??"
The door slammed as she left. Poor door.
A/N: At first, Riane was intended to be a very neat, efficient, and early- rising kind of girl. But this second time around, I decided, to hell with all that. Let's make her LAZY. 'Cause, after all, in ALL of the Dilly romances, the girl is always portrayed as somebody very near to perfection in that category. And even though this is following in the footsteps of many a female dragon slayer/Dilandau romance at first, I'm hoping I can break free at least a little.
Was that funny at all? It was supposed to be, but I don't know. I have a twisted sense of humor. Besides, this is probably the only part that's going to be humorous. The rest is pretty non-funny (or at least that's what I'm aiming for.)
A/N: There's more author's notes at the end. Thanks to: youknowme, Asha Azreal, and Phoenix for reviewing. You people are great!
As always, email me at mmgal@pacbell.net if you've got questions, comments, flames, ideas, and the like.
Nearly the whole of those under Dilandau's command were assembled in the training room at the crack of dawn, ready for the grueling day ahead. NEARLY, but not all.
There was one still sleeping in her quarters, peacefully resting in slumber land, but not for long.
"What? Where is Riane?" Dilandau demanded.
"I think she's still asleep Lord Dilandau," Gatti replied.
"Then why didn't you WAKE HER UP??????"
The blond slightly jumped, startled. "Forgive me, Lord Dilandau. I'll go now--"
"Forget it." The angry albino cut in sharply. "I'll do it myself. Start sparring without me."
"Yes sir."
The pale boy turned away, and began briskly walking toward Riane's quarter. How dare she, he thought furiously. How DARE she think she can just join Zaibach's elite in the blink of an eye and sleep in during training hours?
He slammed the door open, striding to her bedside. "Get up!" he yelled, shaking her roughly by the shoulders.
All Dilandau received in return for his efforts was a punch in the face and the slurred statement of one still dreaming, "Lemme 'lone."
The boy's eye twitched slightly. "WHY YOU LITTLE-" And then he backhanded her so hard she tumbled off the bed, a very long and elaborate string of swearwords escaping out her mouth.
"Wha? Who slapped me?" Riane said to herself, still dazed. Then, her head slowly swiveled around to look at Dilandau, and her mouth dropping open and her eyes widening. "Damn."
"Who the hell do you think are, skipping training, sleeping in when you should be practicing?" he shouted as he jerked her head up by the hair.
She winced. "No one told me when or where training was to take place."
"THEN YOU ASK!!!" his voice rapidly increased in volume.
The girl shrank back from him. "Yes Lord Dilandau."
"Get dressed. You are late." he said impassively tossing her the blue uniform, and then leaving, shutting the door hard.
"Weird," the female Dragon Slayer muttered to herself, "He was yelling at me one moment, and very cool and composed the next, like two different voices instead of one." She glanced at the clock and sighed. "Five thirty! And that's only because I'm late, too! How the hell am I supposed to get up earlier than five thirty every morning??"
The door slammed as she left. Poor door.
A/N: At first, Riane was intended to be a very neat, efficient, and early- rising kind of girl. But this second time around, I decided, to hell with all that. Let's make her LAZY. 'Cause, after all, in ALL of the Dilly romances, the girl is always portrayed as somebody very near to perfection in that category. And even though this is following in the footsteps of many a female dragon slayer/Dilandau romance at first, I'm hoping I can break free at least a little.
Was that funny at all? It was supposed to be, but I don't know. I have a twisted sense of humor. Besides, this is probably the only part that's going to be humorous. The rest is pretty non-funny (or at least that's what I'm aiming for.)
