Meep! I'll write chappy three now! I had a very interesting memorial weekend. Nothing happened. Yea! I'm having fun experimenting with my humble little fanfic. Tell me how you like it, or if I need to change something. Sorry about the confusion when I posted the second chapter incorrectly! I'm completely computer illiterate, so I don't know how this even got up here. Thanks much for all your reviews! *does happy dance*
Beware. My mother, the Anti-fan is coming. She frightens me sometimes. She wants me to make her an account here at FF.net. I don't think I have a choice. BEWARE! For she will unleash her anti-fanfiction on the world, this Anti-fan my mother, yesss. The end is near! The end is near! The end is near!
*rings her copper bells*
Everyone rushed to Chesta's aid, but only out of sheer curiosity. They wanted to be told what the hell had just transpired between him and their patron.
Gatti turned on the lights and began to organize the situation, "Slayers, please organize yourselves. I believe Chesta will have something to tell us."
So they obeyed and sat in a little campfire ring around Chesta. He was trembling still at the fact that he had just received his first kiss from a boy, then had his heart torn asunder by the same in a matter of mere moments. Despite his ability to turn to stone at battle, inside still laid a tender little boy who was confused and hurt. At the moment he was useless for talking, the sobs taking up all the capacity for air in his little esophagus.
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Miguel was as far away from the whole scene as he could manage. He sat fuming in a shower stall, attempting to retain tears of hate and jealousy. How dare that puny brat receive the kiss of his Dilandau-kun?! Chesta knew better than anyone his feelings for their captain. He slammed his fist against the tile wall, cracking it in places. ~Wish that was Chesta. That prick is gonna be black and blue when I'm through with him. Scaredy cat can't sleep on the top bunk. Damn him. ~
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"For the last time, Chesta, what happened?!", Guimel heaved a sigh of impatience. They all loved Chesta like a little brother, but he was *such* a baby off the field.
"He KISSED me. OK!?!? And then he told me he hated me because I kept him from heaven. You heard that. YOU heard that! ", this only led to more crying.
"Well, . . . um"
This, sadly, only confirmed their worst fears, that what had just happened was true. Dilandau had survived the kiss of death. This weighted down on the room like a smoky cloud. Slowly the boy-warriors returned to bed, but not to slumber.
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A song that sounded like nothing drifted in through the open balcony window to Albatou's room. On its waves drifted the petals of a thousand black roses. They settled themselves upon everything that could be settled upon, his bookshelves, his bed, his floor, they even dared to alight on him. In Dilandau's mind images of paradise flogged him. They taunted and teased his soul. He lay wide-eyed, staring emptily at the ceiling. He would have stayed there for colors if the scent the roses brought with them hadn't disturbed him, for they smelled of Shi.
Dilandau set himself into a rage not unlike a caged animal. It tipped him over, he was nothing but regret. It seemed death's dark robes had swallowed him and he saw naught but darkness. He felt the velvet of the roses, that was Shi. He heard the nothing song, it was Shi. He tasted the kiss of death, it was himself. It consumed him.
"Get out of my Head! Just Leave me ALONE! Oni! Aku!* Shit, just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! Nightmare! Help ME!", he finally fell to the ground and curled into the fetal position and cried.
About that time the Slayers clamored into the room, out of breath from running all the way across the Vione. They gasped to see their captain in such a state. Not to mention that everyone was thoroughly confused about the rose petals. Where the hell had they come from? Gatti stepped up his commander and sat him up. Dilandau instantly shied away from him and almost hissed. Gatti took a breath, silently pleaded forgiveness, and slapped Dilandau.
He froze for a moment, stunned, confused. Dilandau was not one to stay surprised. He slowly stood and turned to Gatti. The boy-warrior braced himself. Whatever he was to endure, he deserved it but he knew no other way to save his captain. But what were his Slayers doing in his room?
"Ah, . . . you boys can have the day off. I'm just gonna stay here today. I have paper work to do" the Slayers all stared rather slack-jawed at their commander. Gatti stayed cowered in the place that he was. Hadn't he just been in the depths of despair? "Well? Are you all going to remain there, acting like dead fish?!" They scattered, all of them save Gatti.
Well! Sorry about not updating in a couple weeks, school stuff's keeping me busy. I'm not sure as to how Dilly-sama should react to Gatti. Any ideas? They're all very welcome. And Thanxs much for all the reviews! They make me feel all warm and fuzzy! (^v^) Penguin!
*oni=demon-thing. Aku=evil ( if someone was wondering. . . .)