If Things Were Different
By: Cyber Harpy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except characters I myself add!!!!!
A/N: Each rating at the top is for the chapter itself. Another note, they're going to be older than they were in the series.
Chapter 1: Kidnapped Or Saved
Hitomi wasn't looking forward to the move to Dilandau's room. She had only met him, and that meeting hadn't even been for more than five minutes. The look of craving death was too powerful for her own good. Frowning softly, she rubbed the back of her neck softly as she padded down the hall following Folken's directions. Why am I cursed with this? What did I do to deserve any of this? She stopped in front of the accounted door to her roommate's room. She knocked softly, standing there for a moment before she tested the door.
It opened silently, so she pushed it further open. In front of her, she saw the same silver haired boy, shirtless and sparing with another man with heavy armor. She watched intently a moment before Dilandau let out a hiss and expertly threw his sword at her. She let out a squeak and ducked, even though the sword landed directly to the left of her, embedded in the wall. He let out a snort, ordering the man out and followed him to the door.
She slowly let herself look up at him, almost flinching as her eyes met his. He seemed to sense her fear of him and took control of that situation immediately. In one strong tug, the sword was removed from the wall and returned to the saber at his waist. That same hand snaked down around her upper arm, tugging her to stand in front of him. His smirk was permanent on his face as he observed her as though she was a horse or something. Nodding after a moment, he pulled her quickly into the room and slammed the door with his foot.
He pushed her onto the bed, holding her wrists above her head as he leaned over her. Oh this is not my day… someone please help me! It was though her prayers were answered. Over what seemed to be an intercom of sorts, an alarm went off. Dilandau cursed and released her, trudging over to his shirt and pulled it on, followed by his armor. During that time, Hitomi rubbed her wrists softly, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying. No one had ever treated her like that before… it scared her down to the bottom of her soul.
After a moment, she found Dilandau's hands about her wrists again, pulling her up from the bed. She gasped as he threw open his door and practically dragged her down the hall, to what she remembered was the docks for the guymelfs. She let out a groan, she knew that battle was soon, but hadn't figured this soon, she had barely been here for twenty-four hours.
As she expected, he turned into the docks, loads of men piling into their own guymelfs and prepared to take off. So many of them will die…I wonder why they accept their fate to this. Do they really have to fight? She was yanked out of her daze by being pushed into a ladder. She would have let out a growl of annoyance if Dilandau hadn't done so himself.
"Get up there. Now." She groaned inwardly and climbed the ladder as quickly as she could, knowing that he was following her. The red guymelf she was climbing into was rather large, making easy room for her to fit in behind him. Seeing out to the battlefield though, that was going to be tough. She'd have to use her drowsing ability to let her see outside to understand everything correctly. She slid past the seat into the back, watching Dilandau sit.
" Listen up wench… if you make any sounds at all, I won't be afraid to kill you. You're only to tell me what happens during the battle. I don't want to hear your voice any other time, got me!?" Hitomi could barely nod at him, nibbling gently on her bottom lip. As the guymelf jerked to life, she let out a gasp and nearly fell forwards into the seat in front of her. Dilandau let out a growl, and she had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming aloud.
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The battlefield was exactly how she saw it in her dreams. Blood, gore, screams of terror. It pained her heart to see such things happening. Innocent people screaming to get away as both armies collided with each other. She had the strongest temptation to cover her ears and close her eyes to block out the laugh that Dilandau had. She had a very hard time believe he was just here for the freedom of the kingdoms.
But she had no choice; she had to direct him and his armies to a victory. At least she hopped. She had forgotten to tell Folken that just because you can try to change a battle, doesn't mean that it'll happen for sure. She got the impression though that he understood that concept anyways. I hate this. I don't know why I am here. If this is all I am worth then… She didn't get a chance to finish, she heard something muffled from the speaker on the board and Dilandau whirled from his seat to face her, eyes blaring with anger. Before she could back away, he punched her in the stomach and tossed her so hard the back of her head nearly snapped forward from the force.
Before she passed out, she got the idea that her plan was not as successful as she had hoped. The Emperor's army had lost. But before she passed out, she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a pure white suit, standing in the mist of its' sword.
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" My lady… please, open your eyes." Is that? Folken's voice? So Dilandau didn't kill me… yet. Hitomi groaned painfully and sat up. Her green eyes met Folken's light purple. That caused another groan. Part of her wanted to die. So many people died on both sides, and the fact she could hardly see in the first place from the hits made her head pound as though someone inside wanted out. She spotted Dilandau not far behind Folken, still ready to kill her.
" You mustn't be so hard on her Dilandau, she sees the future but it doesn't always mean she can change it. The battle was going according to her vision." Dilandau snorted and broke the glass of what she assumed to be wine.
" It's not just that we lost… we lost because he was there." Hitomi blinked as Folken stiffened. Shaking his head softly, he dismissed him. He followed Dilandau out and returned with a bowl of water and a towel. He sat next to her, sighing softly.
" Please excuse him, I doubt that he will do such a thing in the future." She wanted to cry out about what had happened earlier on the bed, but kept her mouth shut. Folken pressed the towel to her temple, causing a whimper to emerge from her throat. She didn't realize she had been bleeding. Probably him… She muttered in the back of her mind, as he had mentioned a 'he'. She blinked a moment.
" Folken… who was he talking about?" Folken stiffened next to her, putting the towel into the bowl. This time, she was more persistent. She turned to face him, staring at him intently. He sighed after a moment before standing up.
" I'm sure you saw the white guymelf. That's the king of Fanelia. He's… He gave Dilandau his scar. Ever since then, he's been in every battle that Dilandau appears, tempting him to try to kill him. He's dangerous. He'll kill you before you even get the chance to blink." Hitomi looked vividly appalled. That guymelf was so beautiful, but could a person really be that evil?
Folken led her back to Dilandau's room, assuring her that it would be quite awhile before he returned to his room, and would most likely fall asleep without bothering her. She prayed deep down that it was true. When she entered the room. She flopped herself down onto the bed.
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Hitomi could count off each battle she saw in her mind. Eleven so far, giving a week or so each battle to let her relax. She had really lost count of the days though. She had been there for a few months according to Folken, but time to her just seemed to drag. Her energy always felt drained; maybe for the most part she got very little sleep. Between the battles and the assaults given to her by Dilandau, she could barely concentrate on getting dressed.
Another battle was supposed to roll on today. She groaned inwardly as Dilandau charged out of the bathroom, grabbing her bruised arm. He always seemed to grab her in the same place. A week was not long enough for them to heal. She flinched and kept up with him, scrambling up the ladder in the dock room to the recently repaired red guymelf.
" He's going to be here, I can feel it. Keep your mouth shut." She didn't know why she had come along for this battle; she hadn't had a vision of this battle. Dilandau wasn't in a mood for questions either. She huddled herself into the back of the guymelf instead.
She knew he was an expert fighter, but if he cursed aloud something was wrong. And she was right, almost directly afterwards; she could see flashes of white. The king! She froze and watched Dilandau trying to throw his attacker. Unfortunately it wasn't going to well. She wasn't sure if it was a few minutes or hours that they had been fighting, what she did notice was the sudden jerking motion and a hiss, which scared her to her soul. The energist had exploded. She had seen it on the battlefield before. The guymelf would become useless, unmovable.
She wasn't sure what happened next. The guymelf opened and she saw Dilandau glaring at her, before reaching for her. He never did make it. The 'melf leaned forward too quickly to react; she was thrown forward, not before her shoulder connected with the side of the cockpit seat. She let out a cry of pain as she fell for what felt forever.
She didn't even remember hitting the ground. The pain in her shoulder blinded her. The fact that Dilandau hadn't come to pick her up yet, if he was even alive, made the ability to even get up impossible. She heard voices though. Ones she didn't recognize. The fact she couldn't see made it worse, so she rocked a little on the ground, holding her shoulder, close to sobbing in fear and pain. I'm doomed.
" So the rumors were true… Dilandau does have someone with him. But I thought he had a seer, not a woman." Hitomi almost wanted to cry out that she was the seer, to let her go. She was innocent… though not completely forced to serve under Dornkirk. What they do to their people… it's just wrong! She kept her eyes closed tightly.
" I heard that the seer was a woman. I'll be willing to guess that she's that person. Seeing the battles and telling him how to change them. They've predicted too much not to have one." This was a woman's voice. Hitomi had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from crying. The pain in shoulder was mounting faster than she had ever felt before.
" So let's kill her. We don't have to cheat to win. We were winning this war before; we can still do it now. Let's take away their only chance to survive." The same male voice, she heard a slap of an arm.
" I didn't know you had it in you to kill women, Allen-"
" No… she's not a woman, she's a monster." Hitomi flinched, causing her shoulder to reek pain through her mind and body. She hid her face and let the tears fall.
" We don't need to kill her." A different voice, for sure a male. Hard with battles, yet soft… she heard him kneel in front of her. She lifted her head a bit, trying to open her eyes and sit up, but the pain in her shoulder caused her to cry out fall back down, sending more jolts of pain.
" Millerna, you take her and take care of her wounds. Afterwards Allen you put her in the dungeon. We'll get to her later. As long as she isn't with them, she can't help them." That was all Hitomi could remember as she passed out finally from the pain.
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Hitomi groaned softly. Her dreams kept her updated on what battles happened. Two battles, two victory wins to Zaibach. She had a feeling that if this kept up, she really wasn't going to survive. Opening her eyes slowly, she expected a gloomy dank place that smelled rotten. Her eyes met light, causing her flinch a little. Sitting up slowly, she could feel a small twinge of pain in her right shoulder, the one she had injured. Beneath her, was a bed, completely soft unlike the beds in Zaibach fortresses. The fact that she was naked was also drawn to her attention.
She held the blanket to her, staring at window. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, a few flashes of thunder. My luck to open my eyes, just as thunder would flash. She frowned a little. She was hoping for bright skies at least.
" Looks as though someone is finally awake." She let out a squeak and turned her face towards the door. That voice… the one who wanted to kill her. He had blonde hair with blue eyes, that was rather stunning. She stared at him in fright. He merely smiled at her. Clutching her blanket closer to her as he approached didn't make her feel any better.
" I can now take you down to the dungeon. What a pity, it's rather cold down there and you have no clothing." Eyes widened a little as he grabbed her wrists. At that moment, as she went to scream, she realized her voice didn't work. She couldn't get a sound out of her. He seemed to notice this, easily pulling the blanket from her hands. It wasn't hard with one arm almost completely useless to her. She flinched as he let her wrists go.
" Allen…" The voice was rough… threatening. Her eyes opened slowly, before she scrambled to cover herself. Allen let out a growl, making her flinch. Since when am I so weak… oh yeah, ever since I got here. I'm… always afraid. She watched the blonde get up and leave the room, leaving her alone with a boy her age. She stared at him. His voice was familiar too.
He was rather handsome for his age. Black hair with soft ruby eyes… which seemed to hold their own threats within. His arms were crossed over a loose red shirt with tight tan pants. He made his way towards her, keeping his eyes on her. She pressed herself away from him as he sat down on the bed next to her. Finally, he reached out towards her still bruised arm. That act in itself caused her to let out a cry and flinch away from him, causing her to twist and fall out of the bed onto her bad shoulder.
The fact that he hadn't even touched her yet had startled him greatly, but he stood as she fell off the bed with a sharp cry. He sighed softly, leaning down a little. She wasn't covered anymore, but it wasn't the first time he had seen her naked. He gently put his hands under her knees and arms, lifting her up from the floor.
" Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You've had a fever for a while now, and I'm guessing your shoulder is worse than we thought. We've been taking care of you in shifts." Hitomi stared at him blankly. The fact that she was naked was pretty much stripped from her mind. She opened her mouth, and still no words came from her. The scene turned eerie too, as a flash of thunder seemed to release the flood gates of the heavens. The wind kicked up and pressed the rain to pound against the window hard.
The boy laid her back on the bed, straightening the blanket back over her.
" My name is Van. It's nice to meet you."
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Sorry if this chapter seemed a little rushed, the next one should be longer and a little more slow to make sense. Plus… for future reference… Allen isn't going to be liked much. Get used to it or please don't read. R&R!
