Loathes Death
He had sent Chesta away wanting to be alone, alone with his new body, his mechanical arm. He looked down into his hands, left to and the right and back again. First flexing the left and then the right, his hands, they were so different now. Not only his hands, but arms as well.
Crossing his arms he flinched at the cold metal clashing, pressing itself into his bare chest. Now he was like Folken, he to was changed to save his life.
Dilandau slid down into the warm blankets that surrounded him, his back pressed tightly against soft white pillows. Unconsciously he ran his hand over the tan blanket, watching as visions flashed in his head.
Visions of her.
**~**~**
He was starting to remember it now, remembering her salty tan skin as he ran his tongue from her navel to her lips. He remembered her frightened and horrified look as he beat her until those eyes of hers would die down into life less shadows.
Closing his eyes briefly he could feel the sensation of it all, the seen playing as if it was still happening. She tasted so good, he smirked to himself as he re-opened those cold crimson eyes. Yes she tasted very sweet; like of the sweetest wines.
Wine? Yes he could recall drinking some as well as pouring a bottle down her own throat. What could have come over him, he was going to use her as bate and nothing else. And yet, yet even now after everything else he could remember from that time, he wanted her still.
He wanted to feel the warm flesh beneath him once more, the sweet taste of her blood as he bit her bottom lip so he could have better access to her mouth. The feeling of her closeness weather she wanted it or not, and when that thought ran through his mind he could still hear her muffled screams of pain as she forced herself not to comply with what he was doing to her.
By her screams alone he could tell she was fresh, she was no whore, he knew that. She was as pure as he had been before he had taken her.
His thoughts stopped. He had been a.. As she was the same, he had given and stolen her innocence and what innocence he had to offer.
He had given the enemy, his enemy, his virginity.
He hadn't realized until now, true there were many females on the vone and in the Zaibach army and yet his virginity had stayed in tack. Though he had been overly occupied in teaching and training his dragon slayers to be the best and yet in the end, it had to be his enemy.
However after all he'd been through, even after what little innocence he had to give away and what he had stolen in return; he was none more pleased to agree with himself that he wanted her back.
Dilandau wanted to keep her, to hold onto what new connection he had started with her.. As unfortunate as it sounds he even began to feel the guilt wash over him as he remembered everything he'd done to her.
But this time it will be different, this time he'd make her his; mind, body and soul.
********
Van's heart nearly skipped a beat. He quickly, but gently turned her so that he could look into the beaten eyes of his former friend. Her tan cheeks moist and eyes still looking off as if into nothingness.
Had he dreamed it? Or was she really trying to come back to him. Take a deep breath Van. He thought to himself,
"..H- Hitomi?" His voice racked a bit, hoarse from hours of not speaking to anyone.
Slowly as if it were a doll coming to life, her eyes began to gloss and come into focus. He gasped lightly as her fingers that he laced with his own tightened.
Her lips parted and moved as if she was speaking without voicing herself aloud. Her dried cheeks once again moistened by a single tear trickling down her cheek; without even thinking Van pulled and closed the distance between them, ridding her tear with a kiss.
He could hear her gasp, even lightly as a pulled away. Her large broken eyes in complete focus as she closed them tightly and throwing her arms around his waist hugging him in a tight embrace.
**~**~**
At first Van couldn't comprehend the fact that Hitomi had snapped out of it or further more berried her face into his chest and had begun to cry.
His arms engulfed her, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her further into him. He placed his chin down on top of her head and cried his own silent tears.
**~**~**
He could hear the muffled sobs as he groggily woke up, laying on his side he felt the presence of another. A warm and yet shivering body laid quaking into his frame, his arms tightened around the small body momentarily as he looked down at the honey brown hair nuzzled into his chest.
He couldn't remember getting into this position.
Another moment passed as he laid quietly next to, or rather smashed into the recovering Hitomi. Van paused for a moment wondering how long he had stayed like this, for all he knew Hitomi could still be thinking she was with that psycho.
Gently he maneuvered his left hand under her chin and rose it up. Even with her eyes bloodshot she was still beautiful, but no words were spoken as they stared at each other.
Her tussled shaggy hair covered more of her large wondering eyes as he was questioning the fact on weather or not to speak.
What would a person in this position say?
Weakly he smiled down at her, his chocolate brown eyes comforting the very soul that was only a few hours ago torn to pieces.
"..Van.." She whispered as if I awe, her eyes focusing more each passing moment. "VAN!"
Hitomi dove her face into his chest, her arms wrapped tightly behind his back, clutching his dry bloodied shirt.
"Van, Van, Van." She murmured over and over. (oh god the sap) "I thought.." She began hoarsely. "I thought you were a dream." Her viper grip loosened as her breathing slowed and suddenly stopped.
********
Dilandau stalked down a hall and into another, his pace and strides one and the same. Chesta following closely behind, suddenly his master stopped all movement and stood still.
Hesitantly he moved to place a hand to his shoulder, but the sudden movement ended in disaster as Dilandau collapsed.
His body slumping forward and collided with the harsh and metal floor. Chesta immediately jumped to his side.
********
"Hitomi?… Hitomi!" Van called shaking her limp body. "HITOMI!"
The sudden cry alarmed the near by knight as he ran into the room to find Van leaning over Hitomi's body. His hands placed over her heart and then he realized Van had done this once before; the time her heart had stopped.
(AN: Yay, done another one. Finally I got a chance to explain my poor writing style from the first chapter. Poor Dilandau falling for the enemy.. =3 Oh! One more thing, to all of my readers; I hope you found the meaning in the title, its kinda like a play on words, you know a secret message. Thanks for reading and um, yeah.. ^-^)
He had sent Chesta away wanting to be alone, alone with his new body, his mechanical arm. He looked down into his hands, left to and the right and back again. First flexing the left and then the right, his hands, they were so different now. Not only his hands, but arms as well.
Crossing his arms he flinched at the cold metal clashing, pressing itself into his bare chest. Now he was like Folken, he to was changed to save his life.
Dilandau slid down into the warm blankets that surrounded him, his back pressed tightly against soft white pillows. Unconsciously he ran his hand over the tan blanket, watching as visions flashed in his head.
Visions of her.
**~**~**
He was starting to remember it now, remembering her salty tan skin as he ran his tongue from her navel to her lips. He remembered her frightened and horrified look as he beat her until those eyes of hers would die down into life less shadows.
Closing his eyes briefly he could feel the sensation of it all, the seen playing as if it was still happening. She tasted so good, he smirked to himself as he re-opened those cold crimson eyes. Yes she tasted very sweet; like of the sweetest wines.
Wine? Yes he could recall drinking some as well as pouring a bottle down her own throat. What could have come over him, he was going to use her as bate and nothing else. And yet, yet even now after everything else he could remember from that time, he wanted her still.
He wanted to feel the warm flesh beneath him once more, the sweet taste of her blood as he bit her bottom lip so he could have better access to her mouth. The feeling of her closeness weather she wanted it or not, and when that thought ran through his mind he could still hear her muffled screams of pain as she forced herself not to comply with what he was doing to her.
By her screams alone he could tell she was fresh, she was no whore, he knew that. She was as pure as he had been before he had taken her.
His thoughts stopped. He had been a.. As she was the same, he had given and stolen her innocence and what innocence he had to offer.
He had given the enemy, his enemy, his virginity.
He hadn't realized until now, true there were many females on the vone and in the Zaibach army and yet his virginity had stayed in tack. Though he had been overly occupied in teaching and training his dragon slayers to be the best and yet in the end, it had to be his enemy.
However after all he'd been through, even after what little innocence he had to give away and what he had stolen in return; he was none more pleased to agree with himself that he wanted her back.
Dilandau wanted to keep her, to hold onto what new connection he had started with her.. As unfortunate as it sounds he even began to feel the guilt wash over him as he remembered everything he'd done to her.
But this time it will be different, this time he'd make her his; mind, body and soul.
********
Van's heart nearly skipped a beat. He quickly, but gently turned her so that he could look into the beaten eyes of his former friend. Her tan cheeks moist and eyes still looking off as if into nothingness.
Had he dreamed it? Or was she really trying to come back to him. Take a deep breath Van. He thought to himself,
"..H- Hitomi?" His voice racked a bit, hoarse from hours of not speaking to anyone.
Slowly as if it were a doll coming to life, her eyes began to gloss and come into focus. He gasped lightly as her fingers that he laced with his own tightened.
Her lips parted and moved as if she was speaking without voicing herself aloud. Her dried cheeks once again moistened by a single tear trickling down her cheek; without even thinking Van pulled and closed the distance between them, ridding her tear with a kiss.
He could hear her gasp, even lightly as a pulled away. Her large broken eyes in complete focus as she closed them tightly and throwing her arms around his waist hugging him in a tight embrace.
**~**~**
At first Van couldn't comprehend the fact that Hitomi had snapped out of it or further more berried her face into his chest and had begun to cry.
His arms engulfed her, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her further into him. He placed his chin down on top of her head and cried his own silent tears.
**~**~**
He could hear the muffled sobs as he groggily woke up, laying on his side he felt the presence of another. A warm and yet shivering body laid quaking into his frame, his arms tightened around the small body momentarily as he looked down at the honey brown hair nuzzled into his chest.
He couldn't remember getting into this position.
Another moment passed as he laid quietly next to, or rather smashed into the recovering Hitomi. Van paused for a moment wondering how long he had stayed like this, for all he knew Hitomi could still be thinking she was with that psycho.
Gently he maneuvered his left hand under her chin and rose it up. Even with her eyes bloodshot she was still beautiful, but no words were spoken as they stared at each other.
Her tussled shaggy hair covered more of her large wondering eyes as he was questioning the fact on weather or not to speak.
What would a person in this position say?
Weakly he smiled down at her, his chocolate brown eyes comforting the very soul that was only a few hours ago torn to pieces.
"..Van.." She whispered as if I awe, her eyes focusing more each passing moment. "VAN!"
Hitomi dove her face into his chest, her arms wrapped tightly behind his back, clutching his dry bloodied shirt.
"Van, Van, Van." She murmured over and over. (oh god the sap) "I thought.." She began hoarsely. "I thought you were a dream." Her viper grip loosened as her breathing slowed and suddenly stopped.
********
Dilandau stalked down a hall and into another, his pace and strides one and the same. Chesta following closely behind, suddenly his master stopped all movement and stood still.
Hesitantly he moved to place a hand to his shoulder, but the sudden movement ended in disaster as Dilandau collapsed.
His body slumping forward and collided with the harsh and metal floor. Chesta immediately jumped to his side.
********
"Hitomi?… Hitomi!" Van called shaking her limp body. "HITOMI!"
The sudden cry alarmed the near by knight as he ran into the room to find Van leaning over Hitomi's body. His hands placed over her heart and then he realized Van had done this once before; the time her heart had stopped.
(AN: Yay, done another one. Finally I got a chance to explain my poor writing style from the first chapter. Poor Dilandau falling for the enemy.. =3 Oh! One more thing, to all of my readers; I hope you found the meaning in the title, its kinda like a play on words, you know a secret message. Thanks for reading and um, yeah.. ^-^)
