Whoadie: Alright...*sighs* Let's hope I still got it and it wasn't just one of those...genius writing moments. Probably was, gah I'll give it my best shot! Kudos to me reviewers! ^_~ I lurve you all! Oh and since everyone ish saying it's D/H I will make it dat. I was still a lil concerned with who she would fall for in the end, V/H or D/H but MAJORITY WINS! ^_^ Besides...Dilandue ish soooooo much better!
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"..." will be talking
'...' will be thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 2- Fight
The dawn would not wait for anyone, it slowly rose into the sky spreading it's golden rays over the shadowed land. It's fingers crept over the land, waking all who it touched. Except for a certain fallen angel, whose wings were clipped and shouldn't have been.
The light slowly crept up her sleeping figure, finally reaching her closed eyes. Honey brown hair shimmered in the illuminated room, despite the tangles and dirt smudged locks, it still shone brightly.
The former known Wing Goddess slowly began to arouse. Her dark lashes twitched with irritation from the unwanted sunlight. She groaned, turning her head away.
Whispers and low murmurs could be heard around her. She peeked out of her slightly open eye. The figures were blurry, she must have cried herself to sleep. She opened it a little more, trying her best to focus the image without giving herself away.
"What's SHE doing here?"
"Lord Dilandau brought her here last night."
"Yea, we know that Chesta, but the question is...WHY?!"
"Um...I can think of a reason..." a small chuckle followed after it.
"Shhh! Keep your voices low! You don't want to wake her."
The two boys looked at each other then yelled in unison, "Shut up, Dallet!"
The Slayer cringed from their heated tones, they obviously didn't like his little joke. "Awww, so your saying she's NOT our pleasure slave?"
Miguel stomped over to his comrade, his hands ready to clasp around his neck. Whereas Chesta's face was turning a lovely red shade. "Really you two, if you keep that up she's going to wake up!"
Dallet choked out an approval of Chesta's statement, his supply of air being cut off from the headlock he was in.
Miguel wrestled around with Dallet on the floor, his arm tightened around Dallet's neck. "What do you care, Chesta? Whatever reason Lord Dilandue brought her here for, I'm sure it's not for her good behavior."
"I was only saying...I mean, from the way she's dressed and all covered in dirt, she must have had a pretty rough night." Chesta looked over at the sleeping girl with concerned eyes.
Miguel dropped Dallet, who immediately clutched his throat and wheezed as he took in shaky breaths. "Hn. Chesta, your becoming soft."
"Yeah...well someone has to stay human in this army." He walked over to where Hitomi was sprawled out, he climbed over her to reach his bunk above her. He was careful not to nudge her as his hand searched.
The two soldiers watched their friend work, they looked at each other with lost looks. They shrugged, giving their answer to one another. "AHA! Here we go!" Their heads snapped back to Chesta, hearing his triumphant cry.
Chesta crouched down to where the sleeping Goddess laid, he lifted the blanket into the air so that the winkles disappeared. He slowly lowered the blanket towards Hitomi, tucking it around her shoulders.
Miguel raised an eyebrow at Chesta's show of affection towards the girl, the same one who helped bring death on wings to their friends.
The other Slayer, however, was stifling his laughter with his hands. His form shook as he tried to control himself, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness. He slowly brought his hands away, gaining somewhat control. "What! No kiss, Chesta?"
Chesta didn't look at them right away, his face was scarlet. He stepped away from the girl, afraid that she might wake up. In desperate need of a change of subject he said the first thing that came to mind. "Uh...Aren't we late for breakfast?"
Miguel snapped out of his confused thoughts and looked at the position of the sun from their window. His eyes widened seeing the sun slowly descending towards the Noon point. "GAH! We're late!!"
"Wha? No way...It was only Dawn a few minutes ago! The sun couldn't have moved THAT quickly!"
Miguel let out a frustrated growl as he shoved Dallet out of his way, he punched in the code to their room. The door slid away, "Well it did! And I'm not going to be the one to get on Lord Dilandau's nerves today..." He ran out of the room, leaving two slightly confused Slayers.
Dallet crossed his arms as he started to make his way towards the door, he turned his head a little so that he was able to look at Chesta out of the corner of his eye. "Coming Chesta?"
The blonde boy jumped at hearing his name, he was once again caught staring at the Goddess under his bed. "Er...What?"
"Nevermind..." Dallet's laughter rung through the hallway as he exited their room.
He sighed, running a gloved hand through his golden locks. Was he that transparent? His eyes wandered towards the window thinking he might as well get going, he was already in enough trouble. Locks of hair fell over his eyes as he hung his head, his feet trudging towards the door. 'I'm so dead...'
He didn't even turn his body to punch in the code to close the door, his hand knew it by heart and didn't need the guidance of his eyes. Although, a soft murmur did make him turn.
Too late.
The door had closed.
His forehead rested against the cold metal of his door. He was sure he heard the angel speak. He groaned for not turning around quickly enough. Pushing himself back into his soldier posture, he made his way to the Sword Training Area. A smile spreading on those lips of his.
He heard her say Thank you.
CRASH!
CLANG!
A monotone voice declared victory.
The Dragon Slayers winced as they watched their fellow Slayer pick himself up, red raindrops fell from his body as he struggled to stand. Trembling hands raised the heavy blade, ready for another attack.
"Your through...Get back in line."
The new Slayer bowed to his commander and backed away to his empty space in the line of trained killers.
Miguel was breathless when he reached the others but he managed to just slip into the closing door looking as if he had just come from breakfast. Now he stood here with the rest of the Slayers. Some new and some old.
Outside, he was a stone pillar, with no emotions on his face. Inside, he was a quivering leaf that had been caught in a upward draft.
He was next.
"Miguel! Your up! Don't disappoint me like these other poor excuse of soldiers!"
Ever so slowly, he stepped forward out of his space in line. "Yes, sir!" His boots were the only sound in the room when he made his way towards the sword rack. He chose a rather slender sword that had no protection over the hilt, opposed to the broad swords with covering.
"Hurry up, if this were a battle you would be dead. You won't get the chance to choose your weapon in a duel!"
"My apologies, Sir." He quickened his pace towards Dilandau without ever losing his swordsman grace.
He never reached his officer.
Before he knew it, he was staring at a sharp blade, inches from cutting his throat. His sword shook as he pressed back against his temporary foe. He was barely able to block the attack. Man he was out of it.
"Your reaction time decreased, Miguel."
"Sor-" he was being pushed backwards, the blade edging closer.
Blazing fire sparked within his body, fiery blood racing through his veins. Igniting what laid dormant until battle. Dilandua was reborn.
"STOP APOLOGIZING AND FIGHT!" Red eyes glared back at him, the flames of his fighting spirit spiraling in them. Miguel shuddered under the leer.
Fight.
Miguel's eyes widened. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, yet he could hear it in his ears.
Kill.
This was the same adrenaline rush he felt when interlocked in a fight for his life. Eyes narrowed, feeding off of the fire Dilandau was emitting.
Death.
Letting his body guide him and leaving everything up to Lady Luck, he raised his leg and kicked in one swift motion. Whether it missed or connected, it didn't matter. Fight on.
Dilandau's close range and Miguel's spring like kick, sent the general stumbling backwards. That was it. He was successful in rekindling Miguel's fighting spirit without actually putting him in a guymelef.
Lips twitched into a smirk as he watched his amateur Slayer charge at him.
Victory.
The cold metal soaked through her white cotton socks as she walked. She shuddered as the feeling of being suffocated returned. Death was all around her. The scent was strong here, where the blood of their fallen victims never washed away.
Trembling hands clasped together, one in a fist on top of her heart and the other gripping her fist. Why was she here? Why couldn't he just have killed her?
Suddenly, the room seemed very cold. Her pale skin prickled with Goosebumps as it rushed over her. Realizing that the cold feeling was coming from inside her, she stopped walking.
Her hands unclasped from her chest. She used one to support herself on the wall while the other went to her forehead. Light fireworks could be seen in the darkness. She opened her eyes.
She inhaled sharply causing her to choke out. In front of her stood the haunter of her dreams and keeper of her heart. Hadn't he inflicted enough pain? Her eyes shimmered as the salty water gathered in the green pools.
A light of hope lit in her eyes. Maybe he came back to apologize and say that she was the only one for him. That somehow Celena had coaxed him with her sly tongue, tempting and threatening him to love her. Maybe he would fall to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
Maybe...
The angel walked towards her, his eyes warm with happiness and love. Oh how she longed to just lose herself in his gaze and warmth. The quickening of her heart told her it had fluttered when he stopped in front of her. "Hitomi...I've been waiting for you..."
She wanted to leap into his arms and just let her months of pain and sorrow fall from her eyes. Something made her stay where she was. It was probably the fear that he would disappear again if she moved. But his touch. It was real.
"Hitomi...Come back to me..." His words came out smooth and soft, just like his wings. Nothing but grace and beauty. He stroked her cheek again.
Her hand reached out towards him, wanting to feel the familiar texture of his red tunic. But her hand would never reach it. Fingers slowly curled, her hand dropped down to her side.
Eyes wide with disbelief and the familiar feeling of being betrayed fell into her mind and body. Her hands went back to their usual position, over her heart.
Drip.
Drop.
Falling tears splashed to the ground. The inaudible sound ricocheted in the hallway. Emerald stared at reddish-brown eyes. Asking one familiar, redundant, and unanswered question.
Why.
Her eyes looked down at her chest. More tears fell.
Van pulled his sword free from Hitomi's already splitting heart. It was a wonder how she was still alive, the impalement alone should have killed her.
Drip.
More blood fell from her fatal wound. She dropped to her knees, clutching where her torn heart was. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she plunged into sweet darkness. She didn't expect she would leave this world by her former love.
Van stood there grinning as she doubled over in pain.
"Van...."
To be Continued...
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Whoadie: *clears throat* I'm trying to revive it a bit, as you can tell. *shifty eyes* Plus me ish sick so Iono it might sound weird. ^_^ REVIEW REVIEW!
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"..." will be talking
'...' will be thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 2- Fight
The dawn would not wait for anyone, it slowly rose into the sky spreading it's golden rays over the shadowed land. It's fingers crept over the land, waking all who it touched. Except for a certain fallen angel, whose wings were clipped and shouldn't have been.
The light slowly crept up her sleeping figure, finally reaching her closed eyes. Honey brown hair shimmered in the illuminated room, despite the tangles and dirt smudged locks, it still shone brightly.
The former known Wing Goddess slowly began to arouse. Her dark lashes twitched with irritation from the unwanted sunlight. She groaned, turning her head away.
Whispers and low murmurs could be heard around her. She peeked out of her slightly open eye. The figures were blurry, she must have cried herself to sleep. She opened it a little more, trying her best to focus the image without giving herself away.
"What's SHE doing here?"
"Lord Dilandau brought her here last night."
"Yea, we know that Chesta, but the question is...WHY?!"
"Um...I can think of a reason..." a small chuckle followed after it.
"Shhh! Keep your voices low! You don't want to wake her."
The two boys looked at each other then yelled in unison, "Shut up, Dallet!"
The Slayer cringed from their heated tones, they obviously didn't like his little joke. "Awww, so your saying she's NOT our pleasure slave?"
Miguel stomped over to his comrade, his hands ready to clasp around his neck. Whereas Chesta's face was turning a lovely red shade. "Really you two, if you keep that up she's going to wake up!"
Dallet choked out an approval of Chesta's statement, his supply of air being cut off from the headlock he was in.
Miguel wrestled around with Dallet on the floor, his arm tightened around Dallet's neck. "What do you care, Chesta? Whatever reason Lord Dilandue brought her here for, I'm sure it's not for her good behavior."
"I was only saying...I mean, from the way she's dressed and all covered in dirt, she must have had a pretty rough night." Chesta looked over at the sleeping girl with concerned eyes.
Miguel dropped Dallet, who immediately clutched his throat and wheezed as he took in shaky breaths. "Hn. Chesta, your becoming soft."
"Yeah...well someone has to stay human in this army." He walked over to where Hitomi was sprawled out, he climbed over her to reach his bunk above her. He was careful not to nudge her as his hand searched.
The two soldiers watched their friend work, they looked at each other with lost looks. They shrugged, giving their answer to one another. "AHA! Here we go!" Their heads snapped back to Chesta, hearing his triumphant cry.
Chesta crouched down to where the sleeping Goddess laid, he lifted the blanket into the air so that the winkles disappeared. He slowly lowered the blanket towards Hitomi, tucking it around her shoulders.
Miguel raised an eyebrow at Chesta's show of affection towards the girl, the same one who helped bring death on wings to their friends.
The other Slayer, however, was stifling his laughter with his hands. His form shook as he tried to control himself, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness. He slowly brought his hands away, gaining somewhat control. "What! No kiss, Chesta?"
Chesta didn't look at them right away, his face was scarlet. He stepped away from the girl, afraid that she might wake up. In desperate need of a change of subject he said the first thing that came to mind. "Uh...Aren't we late for breakfast?"
Miguel snapped out of his confused thoughts and looked at the position of the sun from their window. His eyes widened seeing the sun slowly descending towards the Noon point. "GAH! We're late!!"
"Wha? No way...It was only Dawn a few minutes ago! The sun couldn't have moved THAT quickly!"
Miguel let out a frustrated growl as he shoved Dallet out of his way, he punched in the code to their room. The door slid away, "Well it did! And I'm not going to be the one to get on Lord Dilandau's nerves today..." He ran out of the room, leaving two slightly confused Slayers.
Dallet crossed his arms as he started to make his way towards the door, he turned his head a little so that he was able to look at Chesta out of the corner of his eye. "Coming Chesta?"
The blonde boy jumped at hearing his name, he was once again caught staring at the Goddess under his bed. "Er...What?"
"Nevermind..." Dallet's laughter rung through the hallway as he exited their room.
He sighed, running a gloved hand through his golden locks. Was he that transparent? His eyes wandered towards the window thinking he might as well get going, he was already in enough trouble. Locks of hair fell over his eyes as he hung his head, his feet trudging towards the door. 'I'm so dead...'
He didn't even turn his body to punch in the code to close the door, his hand knew it by heart and didn't need the guidance of his eyes. Although, a soft murmur did make him turn.
Too late.
The door had closed.
His forehead rested against the cold metal of his door. He was sure he heard the angel speak. He groaned for not turning around quickly enough. Pushing himself back into his soldier posture, he made his way to the Sword Training Area. A smile spreading on those lips of his.
He heard her say Thank you.
CRASH!
CLANG!
A monotone voice declared victory.
The Dragon Slayers winced as they watched their fellow Slayer pick himself up, red raindrops fell from his body as he struggled to stand. Trembling hands raised the heavy blade, ready for another attack.
"Your through...Get back in line."
The new Slayer bowed to his commander and backed away to his empty space in the line of trained killers.
Miguel was breathless when he reached the others but he managed to just slip into the closing door looking as if he had just come from breakfast. Now he stood here with the rest of the Slayers. Some new and some old.
Outside, he was a stone pillar, with no emotions on his face. Inside, he was a quivering leaf that had been caught in a upward draft.
He was next.
"Miguel! Your up! Don't disappoint me like these other poor excuse of soldiers!"
Ever so slowly, he stepped forward out of his space in line. "Yes, sir!" His boots were the only sound in the room when he made his way towards the sword rack. He chose a rather slender sword that had no protection over the hilt, opposed to the broad swords with covering.
"Hurry up, if this were a battle you would be dead. You won't get the chance to choose your weapon in a duel!"
"My apologies, Sir." He quickened his pace towards Dilandau without ever losing his swordsman grace.
He never reached his officer.
Before he knew it, he was staring at a sharp blade, inches from cutting his throat. His sword shook as he pressed back against his temporary foe. He was barely able to block the attack. Man he was out of it.
"Your reaction time decreased, Miguel."
"Sor-" he was being pushed backwards, the blade edging closer.
Blazing fire sparked within his body, fiery blood racing through his veins. Igniting what laid dormant until battle. Dilandua was reborn.
"STOP APOLOGIZING AND FIGHT!" Red eyes glared back at him, the flames of his fighting spirit spiraling in them. Miguel shuddered under the leer.
Fight.
Miguel's eyes widened. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, yet he could hear it in his ears.
Kill.
This was the same adrenaline rush he felt when interlocked in a fight for his life. Eyes narrowed, feeding off of the fire Dilandau was emitting.
Death.
Letting his body guide him and leaving everything up to Lady Luck, he raised his leg and kicked in one swift motion. Whether it missed or connected, it didn't matter. Fight on.
Dilandau's close range and Miguel's spring like kick, sent the general stumbling backwards. That was it. He was successful in rekindling Miguel's fighting spirit without actually putting him in a guymelef.
Lips twitched into a smirk as he watched his amateur Slayer charge at him.
Victory.
The cold metal soaked through her white cotton socks as she walked. She shuddered as the feeling of being suffocated returned. Death was all around her. The scent was strong here, where the blood of their fallen victims never washed away.
Trembling hands clasped together, one in a fist on top of her heart and the other gripping her fist. Why was she here? Why couldn't he just have killed her?
Suddenly, the room seemed very cold. Her pale skin prickled with Goosebumps as it rushed over her. Realizing that the cold feeling was coming from inside her, she stopped walking.
Her hands unclasped from her chest. She used one to support herself on the wall while the other went to her forehead. Light fireworks could be seen in the darkness. She opened her eyes.
She inhaled sharply causing her to choke out. In front of her stood the haunter of her dreams and keeper of her heart. Hadn't he inflicted enough pain? Her eyes shimmered as the salty water gathered in the green pools.
A light of hope lit in her eyes. Maybe he came back to apologize and say that she was the only one for him. That somehow Celena had coaxed him with her sly tongue, tempting and threatening him to love her. Maybe he would fall to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
Maybe...
The angel walked towards her, his eyes warm with happiness and love. Oh how she longed to just lose herself in his gaze and warmth. The quickening of her heart told her it had fluttered when he stopped in front of her. "Hitomi...I've been waiting for you..."
She wanted to leap into his arms and just let her months of pain and sorrow fall from her eyes. Something made her stay where she was. It was probably the fear that he would disappear again if she moved. But his touch. It was real.
"Hitomi...Come back to me..." His words came out smooth and soft, just like his wings. Nothing but grace and beauty. He stroked her cheek again.
Her hand reached out towards him, wanting to feel the familiar texture of his red tunic. But her hand would never reach it. Fingers slowly curled, her hand dropped down to her side.
Eyes wide with disbelief and the familiar feeling of being betrayed fell into her mind and body. Her hands went back to their usual position, over her heart.
Drip.
Drop.
Falling tears splashed to the ground. The inaudible sound ricocheted in the hallway. Emerald stared at reddish-brown eyes. Asking one familiar, redundant, and unanswered question.
Why.
Her eyes looked down at her chest. More tears fell.
Van pulled his sword free from Hitomi's already splitting heart. It was a wonder how she was still alive, the impalement alone should have killed her.
Drip.
More blood fell from her fatal wound. She dropped to her knees, clutching where her torn heart was. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she plunged into sweet darkness. She didn't expect she would leave this world by her former love.
Van stood there grinning as she doubled over in pain.
"Van...."
To be Continued...
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Whoadie: *clears throat* I'm trying to revive it a bit, as you can tell. *shifty eyes* Plus me ish sick so Iono it might sound weird. ^_^ REVIEW REVIEW!