Yes, this is my second chapter, which means someone reviewed! Hopefully my
story will become better with each chapter. I'm in such a good mood! Unlike
my last chapter where I typed all monotone, not anymore! BWA HA HA HA HA!
Oh no, I'm becoming hyper, guess that means I should calm down . . .. he he
he he. And I don't like scrunching all my dialogue together, so sorry if
all the spaced out dialogue pisses you off.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Just wanted to say, thank you very much Atari, I enjoyed reading your review! I'll try to make my chapters longer from now on too!
I'll also try avoiding so much dialogue in my later chapters, excluding a few though.
On with the story.
Warnings
Chapter 2 - Meet the So-Called Mute
The longhaired man tossed in a little in the make shift bed and opened his crimson eyes. As the world came into focus a petite girl with green eyes leaned over him with a small smile.
"Hm? Adriana." he smiled back at the girl, sitting up to see that they were in the large tent he had noticed earlier, before he had fainted.
"She ran into camp when you fell. My Slayers attacked her, so that is why her arm is bandaged. The girl won't talk to us, but she seemed to know you." Dilandau said, he was sitting at the flap of the tent.
"She is a mute to everyone but myself." the man said.
"Then she shouldn't she talk to me? I am after all you." Dilandau snapped. "What am I supposed to call you? I can't have two Dilandau's"
"Just call me Dotario then, it is the name I had to take up."
"Take up?"
The girl called Adriana pulled on the white, long-sleeved shirt Dotario was wearing. Her lightly freckled face looked up to him, in a pleading expression. Dotario saw that she had her cloak covering her right arm, the cut arm. 'Probably trying not to look at the blood' he thought.
"You're not answering my questions!" the aggravated commander yelled.
"She is hungry." the man spoke, completely ignoring Dilandau.
Of course this pissed him off even more causing him to come closer to the two. The girl moved away from the teenager, to have Dotario's arm holding her in a protective manner. Dilandau saw her face of fear and towered over her.
"Scared little girl?" he said in a mocking tone, twisting some of her fine brown hair with his fingers.
Dotario grabbed his hand in an iron grip, letting his nails dig into Dilandaus' glove. "Don't mess with her, you might regret it later."
Dilandau gave him a yeah-right look and released his hold of her hair when Dotario let go of his hand. "I'm not scared of a little girl. So how about explaining how you got here."
"We need some food." Dotario said straight forward, once again not answering his question.
"Stop doing that and answer my damn questions!" the young albino screamed making Adriana cling onto Dotario more.
"Is Folken dead yet?" Dotario asked.
Dilandau gave an irritated sigh and gave in. "No, Dotario." he said testing the name with a glare.
"We need to get to Vione."
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow morning. So how about giving me some answers?" he growled.
"Then we'll be going with you in the morning. Adriana and I need to sleep, where will you be sleeping?"
"Why can't you answer my fucking questions? I'm starting to believe I become a damn pussy when I grow up! And I am going to sleep in my tent, which is this tent!"
"Ok, just don't mess with Adriana when I'm asleep and have some food for us when we wake up." he said with concern, lying down with the girl still under his arm snuggling into his side.
Dilandau muttered a 'whatever' under his breath. He was disgusted to see the girl sleeping with such peace with himself. 'Hope I never become that desperate for love when I'm older.' he thought. The night was heard clearly through the tent as he decided to pour himself a glass of wine. 'This is all so confusing.' He took in the contents of the glass, savoring the familiar taste with eyes closed. Yet he wasn't tired, only bored and a little ticked. 'He could have answered my questions instead of telling me useless bull. Is Folken dead yet? I wish'
He moved to his covers and sat upon them staring at the two. 'Dotario? Weird name, wonder why he warned me not to mess with the kid.' A smile lit his face up as a stupid idea came into his mind. The pyro set down his wine and moved to be closer to the girl
"Time to traumatize." he laughed to himself rubbing his hands together.
Kneeling over Dotario he gently removed his arm from around the girls small form and distanced her hands from his shirt. He lifted her in his arms and walked outside to sit beside the glowing ambers of the dead fire. He laid her down as softly as he could and started a new fire. As he worked to have another fire blazing the girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open for a brief second. He stopped working and froze, knowing his fun would be ruined if she woke up.
Yet fate seemed to be with him because she curled up a little more in the warm forest night and went back to sleep. Dilandau backed up and admired his handy work, the flames were becoming larger and larger. About his height sitting down with Adriana still sleeping. He pulled her over to the fire and sat her slumbering form up. Dilandau looked down on her face, 'She looks so peaceful sleeping . . . not for long!'
He lowered her head into the fire, her hair just about to catch fire. His bloodthirsty eyes remaining on her face, waiting to hear her scream. 'I'll make her talk.' he smiled wickedly. Red-orange fire singed the tips of her brown hair. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, smelling her smoking hair. She immediately threw herself forward to escape the fire, but Dilandau pressed his hand down on her chest. She was forced down into the blaze, writhing to escape with both hands clawing at his. Dilandau frowned, 'She isn't screaming'. He lost his interest and let her body jump out of the fire and sit up, glaring at him. Her hair was burning and the smell of burning flesh was in the air. He watched as her eye color changed to red, the same color of the fire. Soon her whole body was devoured in flames. Except she seemed to be making them appear by herself, not the campfire. He moved back from her involuntarily freaked out, yet fascinated from the consumption of fire she was creating on her own.
Adriana stood an inferno, each footstep setting the dirt on a fire a little. He could see each curve of her body aflame. She opened her mouth revealing sharp pointed teeth of a shining blue flame. She encroached towards him, like a cat that had just found her mouse.
"Oh shit." he breathed out as the fire girls' nails became longer and sharper, taking the color of a hot light blue blaze.
Hope that was longer, well it really wasn't. I'll try to do better with the next chapter. Oh lilchibi! We have a new Dotario to add to the family! And don't complain about the whole Adriana and girl thing. I needed a character, ok? Hope you all weren't too disappointed. I'm going to try to add the Dragonslayers in next chapter or the one after that. Adriana is a fourteen-year-old girl too, I didn't mean to display her as such a young child. It will become more apparent in later chapters if people still like this story. Oh wait, I always wanted to type this, Cliffhanger.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Just wanted to say, thank you very much Atari, I enjoyed reading your review! I'll try to make my chapters longer from now on too!
I'll also try avoiding so much dialogue in my later chapters, excluding a few though.
On with the story.
Warnings
Chapter 2 - Meet the So-Called Mute
The longhaired man tossed in a little in the make shift bed and opened his crimson eyes. As the world came into focus a petite girl with green eyes leaned over him with a small smile.
"Hm? Adriana." he smiled back at the girl, sitting up to see that they were in the large tent he had noticed earlier, before he had fainted.
"She ran into camp when you fell. My Slayers attacked her, so that is why her arm is bandaged. The girl won't talk to us, but she seemed to know you." Dilandau said, he was sitting at the flap of the tent.
"She is a mute to everyone but myself." the man said.
"Then she shouldn't she talk to me? I am after all you." Dilandau snapped. "What am I supposed to call you? I can't have two Dilandau's"
"Just call me Dotario then, it is the name I had to take up."
"Take up?"
The girl called Adriana pulled on the white, long-sleeved shirt Dotario was wearing. Her lightly freckled face looked up to him, in a pleading expression. Dotario saw that she had her cloak covering her right arm, the cut arm. 'Probably trying not to look at the blood' he thought.
"You're not answering my questions!" the aggravated commander yelled.
"She is hungry." the man spoke, completely ignoring Dilandau.
Of course this pissed him off even more causing him to come closer to the two. The girl moved away from the teenager, to have Dotario's arm holding her in a protective manner. Dilandau saw her face of fear and towered over her.
"Scared little girl?" he said in a mocking tone, twisting some of her fine brown hair with his fingers.
Dotario grabbed his hand in an iron grip, letting his nails dig into Dilandaus' glove. "Don't mess with her, you might regret it later."
Dilandau gave him a yeah-right look and released his hold of her hair when Dotario let go of his hand. "I'm not scared of a little girl. So how about explaining how you got here."
"We need some food." Dotario said straight forward, once again not answering his question.
"Stop doing that and answer my damn questions!" the young albino screamed making Adriana cling onto Dotario more.
"Is Folken dead yet?" Dotario asked.
Dilandau gave an irritated sigh and gave in. "No, Dotario." he said testing the name with a glare.
"We need to get to Vione."
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow morning. So how about giving me some answers?" he growled.
"Then we'll be going with you in the morning. Adriana and I need to sleep, where will you be sleeping?"
"Why can't you answer my fucking questions? I'm starting to believe I become a damn pussy when I grow up! And I am going to sleep in my tent, which is this tent!"
"Ok, just don't mess with Adriana when I'm asleep and have some food for us when we wake up." he said with concern, lying down with the girl still under his arm snuggling into his side.
Dilandau muttered a 'whatever' under his breath. He was disgusted to see the girl sleeping with such peace with himself. 'Hope I never become that desperate for love when I'm older.' he thought. The night was heard clearly through the tent as he decided to pour himself a glass of wine. 'This is all so confusing.' He took in the contents of the glass, savoring the familiar taste with eyes closed. Yet he wasn't tired, only bored and a little ticked. 'He could have answered my questions instead of telling me useless bull. Is Folken dead yet? I wish'
He moved to his covers and sat upon them staring at the two. 'Dotario? Weird name, wonder why he warned me not to mess with the kid.' A smile lit his face up as a stupid idea came into his mind. The pyro set down his wine and moved to be closer to the girl
"Time to traumatize." he laughed to himself rubbing his hands together.
Kneeling over Dotario he gently removed his arm from around the girls small form and distanced her hands from his shirt. He lifted her in his arms and walked outside to sit beside the glowing ambers of the dead fire. He laid her down as softly as he could and started a new fire. As he worked to have another fire blazing the girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open for a brief second. He stopped working and froze, knowing his fun would be ruined if she woke up.
Yet fate seemed to be with him because she curled up a little more in the warm forest night and went back to sleep. Dilandau backed up and admired his handy work, the flames were becoming larger and larger. About his height sitting down with Adriana still sleeping. He pulled her over to the fire and sat her slumbering form up. Dilandau looked down on her face, 'She looks so peaceful sleeping . . . not for long!'
He lowered her head into the fire, her hair just about to catch fire. His bloodthirsty eyes remaining on her face, waiting to hear her scream. 'I'll make her talk.' he smiled wickedly. Red-orange fire singed the tips of her brown hair. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, smelling her smoking hair. She immediately threw herself forward to escape the fire, but Dilandau pressed his hand down on her chest. She was forced down into the blaze, writhing to escape with both hands clawing at his. Dilandau frowned, 'She isn't screaming'. He lost his interest and let her body jump out of the fire and sit up, glaring at him. Her hair was burning and the smell of burning flesh was in the air. He watched as her eye color changed to red, the same color of the fire. Soon her whole body was devoured in flames. Except she seemed to be making them appear by herself, not the campfire. He moved back from her involuntarily freaked out, yet fascinated from the consumption of fire she was creating on her own.
Adriana stood an inferno, each footstep setting the dirt on a fire a little. He could see each curve of her body aflame. She opened her mouth revealing sharp pointed teeth of a shining blue flame. She encroached towards him, like a cat that had just found her mouse.
"Oh shit." he breathed out as the fire girls' nails became longer and sharper, taking the color of a hot light blue blaze.
Hope that was longer, well it really wasn't. I'll try to do better with the next chapter. Oh lilchibi! We have a new Dotario to add to the family! And don't complain about the whole Adriana and girl thing. I needed a character, ok? Hope you all weren't too disappointed. I'm going to try to add the Dragonslayers in next chapter or the one after that. Adriana is a fourteen-year-old girl too, I didn't mean to display her as such a young child. It will become more apparent in later chapters if people still like this story. Oh wait, I always wanted to type this, Cliffhanger.