Te he! Thanx much for the reviews! Let's see if I can push myself and make this chapter longer . . . Maybe there's more Literary artist in me than I first believed. Shi was death, for anyone who might not have caught on.
Any-who! Let's write a chapter . . . do be do be do . . .
(if this gets a little ooc, remember this is only a piece of humble fanfiction)
The door to the Slayers bunks slammed against the wall and Dilandau charged into the room, washing everything with the light from the hallway. The few light sleepers groaned. Didn't they deserve sleep, if nothing else at all? Dalet buried his face in his pillow. He wanted his beauty sleep, damn it, and Dilandau was not depriving him of that, too. What the hell did he want so badly that he felt it imperative to deprive them of their precious few hours of sleep?
Shakily, Dilandau climbed into the first bed to his left and seized its contents by the shoulders. Poor Chesta was jolted from a peaceful slumber. He opened his eyes to the face of his frantic commander, then that faded into static darkness as the door closed.
"Albatou, sir, what is the matter?" Chesta said as calmingly as he could, using all his self-control not to just wrap his arms around his beloved patron.
"Chesta! He came for me! He did, I swear!" Dilandau whispered with such urgency in his voice.
This caught the ears of the boy-warriors. Something was wrong with their commander, and they'd be damned if they didn't do everything to help. Everyone turned or sat up, alert and ready to undo this problem.
"W-who, sir?" Chesta extended his hand in his commander's direction, but dare not touch.
" Le Morte, Death! He used another name, but it was him! I'm not lying!"
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A few moments had passed in his bed, before Dilandau had fled to his trusted Slayers. In that time he had realized the gravity of his decision. It dawned on him who had visited him, and that the same had begged him for such a simple request. Death had begged for his presence in the firmaments, and Dilandau had outright denied him.
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" He came and he asked me to go with him to the heavens. He held me", Dilandau guided Chesta's arms around himself, attempting to imitate the feeling of peace Shi's presence had brought.
Chesta gasped at his commander's actions, but went with them and tightened his embrace. Gatti feared for his captain, you couldn't meet death and keep your soul, (if Dilandau had one to begin with). All the boy's hearts went out to Dilandau, even if some of them were confused as to how he could still be here on Gaia. Miguel, who was on the bunk above Chesta, silently dropped down to be nearer to his commander. There was no way Chesta could handle an emotional break down all by himself. Especially coming from Dilandau-sama.
"Dilandau, sir?" Miguel was surprised to find Chesta already holding their captain. Miguel decided to join them, who knows when he'd have another chance to hold his Dilandau-kun like this? He was confused, why was his commander so cold? These summer nights were nothing short of humid.
". . . and then he did this ," Dilandau said in the most hushed whisper of all.
Dilandau leaned forward and found Chesta's lips with his own. His actions echoing what he saw behind his eyes. He was kissing death again, trying to recapture that release and feeling of peace. Nothing.
Chesta was startled out of his wits and froze, pretending to be a doe caught in headlights. His master was crazy! He just didn't know what he was doing, he must be delirious! That had to be it. His commander had finally snapped. No way in a trillion years would Dilandau-sama ever kiss him, a lowly soldier. Come on! This is Dilandau-sama we're talking about here. Right? But it did do well as wonderful dream. He would never wake from this dream.
Miguel realized what was going on between them and blushed with envy. What did Chesta think he was doing?! Obviously their commander needed comfort, but now is not the time to take advantage of him!
Dilandau realized who he was, in reality, giving his kiss to and jumped away. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Dilandau-koi? What's the matter? Your safe from your nightmare, now, I promise" Chesta urged.
"I didn't WANT to be SAVED! I wanted him to take me and I fucking said 'NO'! Do you know WHY?!" Dilandau screamed at them. "Do you know why Chesta?" his voice slithered menacingly into Chesta's ears, " Because of you."
Dilandau twisted a handful of Chesta's hair and wrenched his head back, " Because I thought of you, a mere worm. And that kept me out of heaven. Thank you nothing."
Chesta's heart died. Tears fought their way out of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. How could his beloved captain do this to him? And after that lovely kiss he had just imparted to him?! "Dilandau-sama . . . forgive me. . ." was all he could think to say.
Everyone halted their actions.
Dilandau licked the tears from Chesta's face and threw him to the ground. Then he laughed. It echoed and stung it the souls of the Slayers. Was their commander truly this cold? no . . . it had to be a dream. They begged to wake up.
Dilandau walked back to bed.
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