ACG: Yay! Another chapter!
Disclaimer: Ahem, this one by…Vash the Stampede, from Trigun!
AGC: "Vashie, do I own Escaflowne?"
Vash: "Yes." *eats a donut*
ACG: *growls, grabs donut and eats it* "DO I????"
Vash: *cries* "My…my donut!"
ACG: "Oh, I'm so sorry!" *gives him another donut and smiles*
Vash: "Yay! You own nothing of value!!! LOVE AND PEACE!!!!!"
Second Destiny By Another Cat Girl
Chapter 3: Like a Whiny Lobster
(((Unfortunately, as he got up and walked by her, he stupidly pulled the whole tablecloth with him because it was still tucked in his tunic. Both of their meals splattered onto Celena, and she exploded with anger.
"Look what, you did, you disgusting piece of…" she bit her tongue, trying not to insult the thick, insulting idiot.
Merlot squealed, "Oh, I'm sorry, my lady Celena, I'm so clumsy!"
She shook her head and stalked to the kitchens with the slime following behind, her anger rising.)))
She looked at Merlot suspiciously, thinking he spilled their food on her on purpose, but the dumb expression on his face and his screechy voice made her shake her head again, thinking that he was to stupid to get revenge of any kind.
Celena entered the kitchen stormily, and the few cooks and assistants that were cleaning up after breakfast superstitiously left the room, secretly hoping they wouldn't be cursed by the raging white-haired beauty. She went to the sink and turned on the water and started to clean off her soiled pants. (1)
Merlot quickly cleaned his face with the water, and then started to pester her again.
"Lady Celena, I have to do something to make up for what I did. There must be something I can do for you," he screeched in his horribly adolescent voice.
~Isn't it enough that he spilled crap on me?~ "Just leave me alone," she said curtly.
"I won't take no for an answer," he shrilled.
She sighed, her temper abating because she had gotten the worst of the stains out. "Uh...go...get me some towels," she answered finally. Merlot ran off like an eager young knight trying to get himself killed on his first quest. She sighed again, and bent to scrub at her hands in the sink.
As she reached for the bar of soap, her mother's ring fell off, skittering into the drainage hole. She cursed, and reached down through the hole, getting the arm of her tunic wet and slimy. She cursed multiple more times because she could just barely touch the ring, but not grip it to pull it out. As she strained, she felt a red haze fill her vision, and she started to yell in frustration. She heard the prince return behind her and ask, "What are you doing, my lady?" in his high-pitched fashion. She grinned maniacally; something cracked inside her and broke loose.
"Lady, here are your towels," Merlot stared at the back of her neck for a second, and when she didn't turn he frowned.
"Lady Celena?"
Dilandau slowly turned. "Who are you talking to, baka?"
"Y...y-you aren't L-lady..." Merlot started to gibber.
Dilandau smiled degradingly. "L-lady? Spit it out, idiot!" (2)
"C-Celena." Merlot cowered beneath the towels he was holding to escape the man's red gaze.
"Celena!" Dilandau frowned and threw Merlot's towels to the floor. He whispered dangerously, "You mean to say you thought I was a woman?"
"N-n-n-" Merlot started to shake.
Dilandau snarled and grabbed the big pot on the stove beside him, and slammed it upside-down on top of the sniveling prince's head. Unfortunately for Merlot, because it would have hurt enough anyway, but fortunately for me, you, and especially Dilandau, the pot was filled with boiling water. The water scathed Merlot where it hit his skin, and he passed out even before the pot came hit his head.
Dilandau shook his head and smiled, looking at the mess he caused. "I don't usually like water, but that turned out better than I'd planned." (3)
The pyromaniac stepped over the comatose idiot and walked out of the kitchens toward the gardens. "Where the heck am I? How in the Mystic Moon did I get here?" He looked around at the lovely fauna, and wished dearly for his red Alseides. He saw an overturned table, which some servants were putting right side-up and resetting. "Heh, looks like my handiwork."
He spotted a servant going back into the kitchens. "Hey, you! Get over here!" The man cautiously approached, and started when he caught a glimpse of Dilandau's eyes. The silver-haired general grabbed the man's collar, and pulled him close. "Where am I?"
The man looked startled at his manhandling, but wisely decided not to argue. "The castle at Palas."
The next question was even stranger. "What year and date is it?"
"The blue high moon 16, year 425." The servant looked at Dilandau as if he were crazy.
Dilandau shook his head; those numbers weren't of Zaibach. They meant nothing to him. "How long since the war with Zaibach?"
The servant looked incredulous, but guessed (rightly) that Dilandau might explode, so kept his expressions to himself. "It's been about 3 or 4 years, I guess."
Dilandau threw the man from him and gave him a look that made him hurry off to the kitchens. ~Oh, how I hate it when I'm not in control.~
He stuck his hands into his pockets, thinking, when he realized he was holding something in his left hand. He opened his palm, and saw a simple silver ring with a red stripe all around it. Dilandau smiled; red was his favorite color. He slipped the ring on his left hand.
Suddenly, he felt something rip inside him, and felt like great bands were being tied around his soul. The last thing he saw was the band of red around the ring swirled into the color blue. His vision faded.
(1) I don't know if they have indoor plumbing on Gaia, but I needed the ring to fall down the sink.
(2) I wanted him to say "T-t-t-t-today, junior!!" like what Adam Sandler said in Billy Madison, but I restrained myself.
(3) Sorry for having him use fire on his first physical assault of the story, but a pot was there, and I need that idiot Merlot alive and kicking for a while! Anyways, you already got a fiery dream sequence, anyway. Don't despair! He'll find a Red Alseides Unit! I can make it happen!
AN: Hey, you got a little Dilly, guys! And the idiotic prince got told/physically abused! YAY! (I loved writing that part, is that a bad sign?) Also, the ring is not what it seems (this fic will resemble Ranma ½ for a while). Beware the ring, and watch out for its Jedi mind tricks!
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