Whoa, this was my longest time not updated I think. Anyways, I was
wondering if I should let one of the Slayers get Adriana angry later
on in the story? I wasn't going to go that far, and have the boys
get into trouble before that. A friend suggested that they really
give her a love letter. Well readers, what do you think?
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Atari: I know, I haven't really written about how older Dilandau feels about himself. He is mainly just trying to do exactly what happened in the past. Dotario now follows the rules of Fate and stuff. He also thinks it is funny when Dilandau gets hurt. To him the younger Dilandau is like a completely different person, which he slightly is.
Feye Morgan: My fan fiction didn't go to the updated page when I updated the chapter. Hopefully it does this time or I'm going to get pissed. I might have some of the whole flashback with the demon. Just a little clip because there is more to it.
Sand3: Ok this thank you goes out to your much-appreciated reviews for chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4. I'm going to stop wasting time trying to write out a long chapter, because your right when you say it becomes long and drawn out. I try my best to also use unusual situations in my Escaflowne fanfics.
unSTABle: I'm happy to hear that you believe my story has potential.
Warnings
Chapter 7 -Tripping into Trouble
"If you don't let go of her this second I will take away your guymelef for good." Folken said without an ounce of anger mixing with his voice.
Dilandau still held Adriana tightly around her neck. 'Is she worth having my guymelef taken away? I could always get her when we're alone.' The young pyromaniac released his grip on her and watched her intake air like a vacuum cleaner would intake dirt. She stared up at him with wild green eyes.
"There is no planet between Gaea and the Mystic Moon." Dilandau stated from his seat.
"Yes there is!" she screamed.
Before Dilandau could retort Folken cut in. "Please tell us what happened Adriana."
She sighed harshly, one thing Adriana didn't like was speaking of her past. As she filled her lungs with another breath of air, the girl stood. "Can we talk about this another time?" she asked, returning to her soft tone. The brunette couldn't stop the painful, brief memory that came into her head. Even though she only wanted to cut it out of her life forever, like the other bad parts of her past. That's why scars lay across her wrist and blood forever remained a taste in her mouth.
~*(Flashback # 1)*~
"So I think I might start liking P.E. now since I have some friends. Oh and I was wondering if I can have permission to go to the art museum. Art club is holding that and I'd love to see some of the new abstract art they have out. And Suzie said the funniest thing in math today! Mom? Mom, are you listening?" smile a green-eyed girl.
A woman with messy waist length hair glared at her for a second then returned her gaze to the TV screen before her. She tipped back a large bottle back with a strong smelling substance with a gold color in it. The toxic drink draining down into the womans' mouth. Dark pink lipstick smeared across the back of the woman's hand and face as she wiped her mouth clean.
"Mom? Is it ok if I go?"
"Shut up!" Roared the woman as she threw the bottle at Adriana.
Adriana dodged it and it broke open sending shards flying. She was not as lucky when she tried to dodge the glass. A few small fibers of glass hit her forearm as she shielded her face.
"Dammit! Now go get me more at the store, ya' lazy ass bitch! It's your fault for making me break it and I am not gonna miss my show!" The woman grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her to the door of the small, almost miniscule house. Adriana cried loudly as each tug was pulled on her small scalp as her mother dug through her large purse.
A ten dollar bill was shoved into Adriana's hands and her mother slammed open the door the shove her out. "You better not go buy some 'tin else either!"
Adriana hit the concrete sidewalk hard and felt a cut or at least a bruise forming on her cheek. "Mom, I don't think they'll give beer to a kid-"
"Shut up and go ya slut! Ya talk way too much!" she screamed across the dumpy neighborhood.
"Mom?" cried Adriana with large tears dripping form her eyes as the woman slammed the door shut.
The girl cried and mentally kicked herself for thinking it was all right to talk, it was never all right for her to talk. The warm night thickly wrapped around her as she obediently made her way to the local liquor store.
"Hey girl." Whispered a cloaked figure in an alleyway.
She gave a little glance and kept walking, she had some street smarts and knew better than to mess with those types of people.
"Girl I'm talking to you." Said the stranger as, she thought the voice was of an old woman, put a hand on her shoulder. "I have something that can help you escape." The old woman said, trying to tempt her.
Nervously Adriana quickened her pace and pulled the hand off her shoulder, "I'm not a druggie."
"No child, just take the necklace." The woman said that under her black cloak, she pushed a necklace with black string with a blood red gem hanging from it into her hand.
"But, I don't want it!" she said, about to run.
"Remember to think good thoughts as you leave or you'll go to a very bad place. Thank you for the payment!" she said switching the money and necklace and disappearing back down the alley.
"Wait! No! I need that!" Adriana yelled racing down the dark alley. The only thing she met was the ground again as she stumbled over garbage and a brick wall. The old woman was gone. Small sniffles began as Adriana wondered what to do. "Oh I have no other alternative!" she cried out no one.
Adriana held out the necklace with the blood red pendent.
~*(End of Flashback # 1, Flashback # 2)*~
Adriana felt the tears stinging her eyes as she ran to the door of the vast, horrifying room. A strong grip came around her waist. An arm grabbed her bound chest and pulled her back. She screamed a panicked scream when her small form could feel a body behind her.
"You make so much noise." a velvety, male voice said, almost sounding human.
She screamed again, the beautiful demon simply breathed on a cut that ran along her chin to her shoulder. Adriana struggled to escape again from his grasp.
"Humans are so fearful." he said turning her around.
She avoided eye contact with the demon, he titled his head and long red locks flowed. "Why are you looking away from me?" he asked kindly as if he hadn't been the one to cut her a few minutes ago.
His long nails, cut to a sharp point, held her chin tightly with a threat to pierce her soft skin. "Look into my eyes child." She obeyed even though her mind screamed for her to stare away from him. His eyes were a light gold with flecks of a darker, richer gold within them. Black pupils were as thin as a cat's in broad daylight, a void of purgatory.
"You have beer eyes.' She whispered out, instantly hating the demon even more.
~*(End of Flashback # 2)*~
"Adriana." called out Dotario.
She looked up quickly at his face. Evidence of fear and intense hatred towards herself lingered on her freckled face.
"You zoned out." he said with a hint of worry.
"Sorry." She muttered out still caught in the painful web of her memories. Things she wanted to go back and re-do with every fiber in her body. Memories that had destroyed her once happy attitude, her past had shaped her into this unstable girl.
"Perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow after all." Folken said when no one was speaking. "Dotario do you remember where wing D is?"
The man with the long silver hair nodded, red eyes remembering walking down the hall many times in his youth. The way the walls were dim and a dull gray, the way it smelled, everything as if it was yesterday.
"Well your room will be the one past the large window, Adriana's is past yours. Do I need to send Dilandau to show you exactly where the room is after the window?"
"No, I know where it all is." Dotario stood up and Adriana followed, eyes to the ground.
They both left the room with Dilandau cupping his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. His mind formulating exactly how to get revenge on the girl without being stopped or punished. Folken walked over to his shelf of old, ancient books and found one that caught his interest at the moment. He sat back down and began to read. The teen decided to lean back in the chain, completely ignoring Folken, and think about how their stay would benefit him.
"Hey!" he jumped up with a sadistic smile, causing Folken to look up from his reading.
"What is it Dilandau?" he asked returning to his ready.
"The girls room is right beside mine!" his smile widened as he walked hurriedly to the door.
Dark reddish eyes closed the worn book he had been reading and stood up. Folken cut off Dilandau and stood right in his way to leaving the room. His hand darted out in a heartbeat and grabbed the albino's collar and lifted him off the ground a few inches. He growled as his toes lightly brushed the ground, the 15 year old considered kicking him and running away.
"Dilandau," Folken said pronouncing each syllable precisely, "If you dare lay a hand on her I will take away your Dragonslayers." The teenagers face went even paler than normal as he was dropped to the ground.
Folken went back to reading as he slowly stood up and left the room. Dilandau was fuming as he stopped down the hall. 'How the hell am I supposed to get that fire bitch now?' He continued to prowl the halls of Vione, praying in the back of his head that one of his men would come around a corner.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// - Shesta - ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
'Why am I doing this? Chances are Lord Dilandau will beat me so hard that I'll gain the highest record of abuse taken in.....if I live through the beatting.' Thoughts were charging through the young mans head as he read a child's book.
Saris cuddled closer to Shesta now; he had removed his chest armor before settling down to read his younger brother a book. The small blond boys eyes were growing heavy with each page turned by Shesta. The way his older brother was speaking was so calm and soothing to the child's ears. Soon soft snores were registered by Shesta's ears; he glanced down and couldn't take his eyes away from the sight hugging him.
Saris was so small, frail looking, yet so.....so innocent. Gloved hands closed the bright and colorful pages of the fairy tale book that was placed on a petit nightstand. Slowly with extreme care he tucked the boy under soft, light blue sheets. Shesta remained staring at his closed eyes and partially opened lips. Hesitantly he moved the blond bangs away from Saris's forehead then leaned down and kissed it.
"Sweet dreams little brother." He whispered.
Shesta got up and closed the curtains, which were made out of the same fabric as the sheets, and walked to the door, admiring all the paintings done by his younger brother. He grabbed his armor and began the task of putting it on. He opened the door with one hand and tried not to let it squeak, but it let out the loudest squeak Shesta had ever heard.
"Shesta?" Called out a worried boy that sat straight up in bed.
"Yes Saris?" the Dragonslayer asked sweetly.
"Are you leaving?"
"I have to."
"Will you ever come back and see me? Oh and mommy too!"
"Of course I will." He reassured with a smile.
This seemed to relax the child because he lay back down. "You can have the painting." He pointed to a small table by the doorway, a stretched piece of canvas lay there with some paint brushed, the familiar color dried onto the tips.
"Thank you." Shesta whispered out as he grabbed the small canvas and waved a goodbye before leaving. He walked down the stairs and was searching for his mother before her left.
He found her sitting in the kitchen sipping hot tea. Her haggard gaze moved to his face as he buckled the last buckle of his chest armor. The heat swirls danced in front of her blue eyes as she stared at her first son. Shesta couldn't quite tell if she was disappointed or thankful at him for leaving.
"Mother, I'm going back in a few minutes."
She took a long sip from her cup and another sigh slipped from her mouth. "I was hoping you'd stay a little longer."
"Lord Dilandau would-"
"Lord Dilandau?" screamed his mother, "When in the hell did he become more important than this family?"
"Mom." Shesta tried to explain, glancing up at the stairs to see if Saris was eavesdropping again.
"No Shesta, don't even start, go back to him. That immature cockroach of Zaibach is known pretty well in town. He destroys whatever and whoever gets in his way, is an alcoholic, and treats his soldiers like they are scum!"
"Mother, " he whispered out, trying to defend someone he was loyal to against someone he couldn't help but love.
"I thought you'd get put into a better group of elite soldiers, but they stuck you with that nutcase this whole time?" her teacup was now being held fiercely beneath her hands.
"You don't understand!" Shesta yelled as his mother gathered some air before starting another rant.
"Oh and what don't I understand? Hmm, can you tell me?"
"Zaibach needs me."
Shesta's mother stood up with a start and slammed her teacup down, "Well I guess Zaibach will always need you more than your own family." She started walking away from her son, then stopped and turned around. "This family does not need you anymore then, so don't go near Saris ever again." She said in a low tone.
Shesta took in some shaky breaths as he walked back to his guymelef without a word. 'Looks like I'll be breaking a promise brother.'
As he contemplated all the news he had taken in today, he decided he'd have to tell some of the 'Slayers about the mail. The blond got into his 'melef and noticed a small face with angel hair mouthing 'Bye-Bye' to him from a window. He gave a fake smile then took off for Vione. He landed in the hanger and prayed his lord hadn't noticed he took a longer time than planned to have free time.
The blond couldn't suppress the tear forming in his eyes as he thought about his father death. He was so much in his thoughts he didn't even acknowledge the fact that someone was right in front of him before he toppled over the person to the ground.
"Shesta!" screamed the unique voice of his lord.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Atari: I know, I haven't really written about how older Dilandau feels about himself. He is mainly just trying to do exactly what happened in the past. Dotario now follows the rules of Fate and stuff. He also thinks it is funny when Dilandau gets hurt. To him the younger Dilandau is like a completely different person, which he slightly is.
Feye Morgan: My fan fiction didn't go to the updated page when I updated the chapter. Hopefully it does this time or I'm going to get pissed. I might have some of the whole flashback with the demon. Just a little clip because there is more to it.
Sand3: Ok this thank you goes out to your much-appreciated reviews for chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4. I'm going to stop wasting time trying to write out a long chapter, because your right when you say it becomes long and drawn out. I try my best to also use unusual situations in my Escaflowne fanfics.
unSTABle: I'm happy to hear that you believe my story has potential.
Warnings
Chapter 7 -Tripping into Trouble
"If you don't let go of her this second I will take away your guymelef for good." Folken said without an ounce of anger mixing with his voice.
Dilandau still held Adriana tightly around her neck. 'Is she worth having my guymelef taken away? I could always get her when we're alone.' The young pyromaniac released his grip on her and watched her intake air like a vacuum cleaner would intake dirt. She stared up at him with wild green eyes.
"There is no planet between Gaea and the Mystic Moon." Dilandau stated from his seat.
"Yes there is!" she screamed.
Before Dilandau could retort Folken cut in. "Please tell us what happened Adriana."
She sighed harshly, one thing Adriana didn't like was speaking of her past. As she filled her lungs with another breath of air, the girl stood. "Can we talk about this another time?" she asked, returning to her soft tone. The brunette couldn't stop the painful, brief memory that came into her head. Even though she only wanted to cut it out of her life forever, like the other bad parts of her past. That's why scars lay across her wrist and blood forever remained a taste in her mouth.
~*(Flashback # 1)*~
"So I think I might start liking P.E. now since I have some friends. Oh and I was wondering if I can have permission to go to the art museum. Art club is holding that and I'd love to see some of the new abstract art they have out. And Suzie said the funniest thing in math today! Mom? Mom, are you listening?" smile a green-eyed girl.
A woman with messy waist length hair glared at her for a second then returned her gaze to the TV screen before her. She tipped back a large bottle back with a strong smelling substance with a gold color in it. The toxic drink draining down into the womans' mouth. Dark pink lipstick smeared across the back of the woman's hand and face as she wiped her mouth clean.
"Mom? Is it ok if I go?"
"Shut up!" Roared the woman as she threw the bottle at Adriana.
Adriana dodged it and it broke open sending shards flying. She was not as lucky when she tried to dodge the glass. A few small fibers of glass hit her forearm as she shielded her face.
"Dammit! Now go get me more at the store, ya' lazy ass bitch! It's your fault for making me break it and I am not gonna miss my show!" The woman grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her to the door of the small, almost miniscule house. Adriana cried loudly as each tug was pulled on her small scalp as her mother dug through her large purse.
A ten dollar bill was shoved into Adriana's hands and her mother slammed open the door the shove her out. "You better not go buy some 'tin else either!"
Adriana hit the concrete sidewalk hard and felt a cut or at least a bruise forming on her cheek. "Mom, I don't think they'll give beer to a kid-"
"Shut up and go ya slut! Ya talk way too much!" she screamed across the dumpy neighborhood.
"Mom?" cried Adriana with large tears dripping form her eyes as the woman slammed the door shut.
The girl cried and mentally kicked herself for thinking it was all right to talk, it was never all right for her to talk. The warm night thickly wrapped around her as she obediently made her way to the local liquor store.
"Hey girl." Whispered a cloaked figure in an alleyway.
She gave a little glance and kept walking, she had some street smarts and knew better than to mess with those types of people.
"Girl I'm talking to you." Said the stranger as, she thought the voice was of an old woman, put a hand on her shoulder. "I have something that can help you escape." The old woman said, trying to tempt her.
Nervously Adriana quickened her pace and pulled the hand off her shoulder, "I'm not a druggie."
"No child, just take the necklace." The woman said that under her black cloak, she pushed a necklace with black string with a blood red gem hanging from it into her hand.
"But, I don't want it!" she said, about to run.
"Remember to think good thoughts as you leave or you'll go to a very bad place. Thank you for the payment!" she said switching the money and necklace and disappearing back down the alley.
"Wait! No! I need that!" Adriana yelled racing down the dark alley. The only thing she met was the ground again as she stumbled over garbage and a brick wall. The old woman was gone. Small sniffles began as Adriana wondered what to do. "Oh I have no other alternative!" she cried out no one.
Adriana held out the necklace with the blood red pendent.
~*(End of Flashback # 1, Flashback # 2)*~
Adriana felt the tears stinging her eyes as she ran to the door of the vast, horrifying room. A strong grip came around her waist. An arm grabbed her bound chest and pulled her back. She screamed a panicked scream when her small form could feel a body behind her.
"You make so much noise." a velvety, male voice said, almost sounding human.
She screamed again, the beautiful demon simply breathed on a cut that ran along her chin to her shoulder. Adriana struggled to escape again from his grasp.
"Humans are so fearful." he said turning her around.
She avoided eye contact with the demon, he titled his head and long red locks flowed. "Why are you looking away from me?" he asked kindly as if he hadn't been the one to cut her a few minutes ago.
His long nails, cut to a sharp point, held her chin tightly with a threat to pierce her soft skin. "Look into my eyes child." She obeyed even though her mind screamed for her to stare away from him. His eyes were a light gold with flecks of a darker, richer gold within them. Black pupils were as thin as a cat's in broad daylight, a void of purgatory.
"You have beer eyes.' She whispered out, instantly hating the demon even more.
~*(End of Flashback # 2)*~
"Adriana." called out Dotario.
She looked up quickly at his face. Evidence of fear and intense hatred towards herself lingered on her freckled face.
"You zoned out." he said with a hint of worry.
"Sorry." She muttered out still caught in the painful web of her memories. Things she wanted to go back and re-do with every fiber in her body. Memories that had destroyed her once happy attitude, her past had shaped her into this unstable girl.
"Perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow after all." Folken said when no one was speaking. "Dotario do you remember where wing D is?"
The man with the long silver hair nodded, red eyes remembering walking down the hall many times in his youth. The way the walls were dim and a dull gray, the way it smelled, everything as if it was yesterday.
"Well your room will be the one past the large window, Adriana's is past yours. Do I need to send Dilandau to show you exactly where the room is after the window?"
"No, I know where it all is." Dotario stood up and Adriana followed, eyes to the ground.
They both left the room with Dilandau cupping his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. His mind formulating exactly how to get revenge on the girl without being stopped or punished. Folken walked over to his shelf of old, ancient books and found one that caught his interest at the moment. He sat back down and began to read. The teen decided to lean back in the chain, completely ignoring Folken, and think about how their stay would benefit him.
"Hey!" he jumped up with a sadistic smile, causing Folken to look up from his reading.
"What is it Dilandau?" he asked returning to his ready.
"The girls room is right beside mine!" his smile widened as he walked hurriedly to the door.
Dark reddish eyes closed the worn book he had been reading and stood up. Folken cut off Dilandau and stood right in his way to leaving the room. His hand darted out in a heartbeat and grabbed the albino's collar and lifted him off the ground a few inches. He growled as his toes lightly brushed the ground, the 15 year old considered kicking him and running away.
"Dilandau," Folken said pronouncing each syllable precisely, "If you dare lay a hand on her I will take away your Dragonslayers." The teenagers face went even paler than normal as he was dropped to the ground.
Folken went back to reading as he slowly stood up and left the room. Dilandau was fuming as he stopped down the hall. 'How the hell am I supposed to get that fire bitch now?' He continued to prowl the halls of Vione, praying in the back of his head that one of his men would come around a corner.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// - Shesta - ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
'Why am I doing this? Chances are Lord Dilandau will beat me so hard that I'll gain the highest record of abuse taken in.....if I live through the beatting.' Thoughts were charging through the young mans head as he read a child's book.
Saris cuddled closer to Shesta now; he had removed his chest armor before settling down to read his younger brother a book. The small blond boys eyes were growing heavy with each page turned by Shesta. The way his older brother was speaking was so calm and soothing to the child's ears. Soon soft snores were registered by Shesta's ears; he glanced down and couldn't take his eyes away from the sight hugging him.
Saris was so small, frail looking, yet so.....so innocent. Gloved hands closed the bright and colorful pages of the fairy tale book that was placed on a petit nightstand. Slowly with extreme care he tucked the boy under soft, light blue sheets. Shesta remained staring at his closed eyes and partially opened lips. Hesitantly he moved the blond bangs away from Saris's forehead then leaned down and kissed it.
"Sweet dreams little brother." He whispered.
Shesta got up and closed the curtains, which were made out of the same fabric as the sheets, and walked to the door, admiring all the paintings done by his younger brother. He grabbed his armor and began the task of putting it on. He opened the door with one hand and tried not to let it squeak, but it let out the loudest squeak Shesta had ever heard.
"Shesta?" Called out a worried boy that sat straight up in bed.
"Yes Saris?" the Dragonslayer asked sweetly.
"Are you leaving?"
"I have to."
"Will you ever come back and see me? Oh and mommy too!"
"Of course I will." He reassured with a smile.
This seemed to relax the child because he lay back down. "You can have the painting." He pointed to a small table by the doorway, a stretched piece of canvas lay there with some paint brushed, the familiar color dried onto the tips.
"Thank you." Shesta whispered out as he grabbed the small canvas and waved a goodbye before leaving. He walked down the stairs and was searching for his mother before her left.
He found her sitting in the kitchen sipping hot tea. Her haggard gaze moved to his face as he buckled the last buckle of his chest armor. The heat swirls danced in front of her blue eyes as she stared at her first son. Shesta couldn't quite tell if she was disappointed or thankful at him for leaving.
"Mother, I'm going back in a few minutes."
She took a long sip from her cup and another sigh slipped from her mouth. "I was hoping you'd stay a little longer."
"Lord Dilandau would-"
"Lord Dilandau?" screamed his mother, "When in the hell did he become more important than this family?"
"Mom." Shesta tried to explain, glancing up at the stairs to see if Saris was eavesdropping again.
"No Shesta, don't even start, go back to him. That immature cockroach of Zaibach is known pretty well in town. He destroys whatever and whoever gets in his way, is an alcoholic, and treats his soldiers like they are scum!"
"Mother, " he whispered out, trying to defend someone he was loyal to against someone he couldn't help but love.
"I thought you'd get put into a better group of elite soldiers, but they stuck you with that nutcase this whole time?" her teacup was now being held fiercely beneath her hands.
"You don't understand!" Shesta yelled as his mother gathered some air before starting another rant.
"Oh and what don't I understand? Hmm, can you tell me?"
"Zaibach needs me."
Shesta's mother stood up with a start and slammed her teacup down, "Well I guess Zaibach will always need you more than your own family." She started walking away from her son, then stopped and turned around. "This family does not need you anymore then, so don't go near Saris ever again." She said in a low tone.
Shesta took in some shaky breaths as he walked back to his guymelef without a word. 'Looks like I'll be breaking a promise brother.'
As he contemplated all the news he had taken in today, he decided he'd have to tell some of the 'Slayers about the mail. The blond got into his 'melef and noticed a small face with angel hair mouthing 'Bye-Bye' to him from a window. He gave a fake smile then took off for Vione. He landed in the hanger and prayed his lord hadn't noticed he took a longer time than planned to have free time.
The blond couldn't suppress the tear forming in his eyes as he thought about his father death. He was so much in his thoughts he didn't even acknowledge the fact that someone was right in front of him before he toppled over the person to the ground.
"Shesta!" screamed the unique voice of his lord.