Whoadie: *blows nose* Gah I hate being sick. Oh and dun worry about me ^_^ I'll be fine. For those of you whose thoughts still linger on my heartbreak.. *snaps* OH YEA! ^^ I was wondering on coupling information. You see...I'm having trouble with figuring out who would be best with who. And who should Van be with? *ponders* Iono...SEND ME IDEAS PWEAZE! ^_^ Alright, enough talk. STORY TIME!
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"..." talking
'...' thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 3
The clicking of his boots were muffled from the lush red carpet under his feet. He paced back and forth with his hands tightly clasped behind his back. His face scrunched up in a frustrated look. She was here. He could feel it. But why hadn't she come to him?
Growling to himself, his pace quickened. His turns were more harsh as he gradually became more furious. First, she leaves without saying anything, then she blocks all mental links between the two of them, and NOW she returns to Gaea without even so much of an APPEARANCE in Fanelia?
Just what the hell was she playing at? He was not to be just thrown aside like a used object like that. He loathed the feeling of being less superior and despised being ignored.
Her tail waved in the air lazily, her eyes following the restless king. He was still pacing...ever since the sudden wave of shock that hit him the other night, he had been constantly pacing. Refusing to eat nor sleep, he muttered incoherently to himself and paced for a day now.
She sat in a simple white night gown with her bare legs poking out from underneath it. She was sprawled out on the floor on her stomach. Her elbows were perched up, her hands being used as a base to hold her head.
She fanned her hand over her mouth as she yawned. Since the king refused to sleep, the kingdom was wide awake in panic. Rumors of war breaking out rushed over the land of Fanelia. The power of gossip was truly amazing, the gossipers never wasted any time to play their part.
"Lord Van...Please go to sleep. This is crazy, why stay up worrying over a girl who hasn't spoken to you in a year?" Her eyelids drooped as she spoke. Being his advisor, she might as well give some worthwhile advice. To sleep.
He either didn't hear her or chose not to respond, for he never once looked up. His silent ranting continued as if she had said nothing. 'Grrr! A month...A month and she could have had it all. My kingdom, my people, my name? What more could she want? I gave her love, I cared for her, I even gave up fighting for her sake.'
Of course, the last part was wrong. He DID give up fighting for her, but after her sudden disappearance he took up his old, cold habits again. Which included, no NEEDED, violence.
She sighed, he was ignoring her again. She saw a flash of pink out of the corner of her eye and was instantly reminded of Hitomi. That pink pendent of hers always swung around like that, mocking and teasing her with it's lustrous shine.
She turned her head and gasped. It was Hitomi's pendent! But...she followed the necklace up till it reached the neck of the imposter. She raised a delicate eyebrow, who the hell was this? She got up on all fours and stretched. Her back arched in for a most satisfying cat flex.
She scrunched her nose up at the pale woman, she had noticed her before in the palace but just thought she was another servant. "I thought I told all palace workers to report to their room and to stay there!" Her heated glare pierced into the woman. She was more than a bit cranky.
"Excuse me?" She straightened her back, smoothing out wrinkles in her night gown. "I am NOT a servant, I am a guest!"
She huffed at Merle angrily, her eyes narrowing down into dangerous slits. "Your one to talk! What kind of barbaric, savage lady are you?!"
Merle was on her feet in seconds when she heard the word 'barbaric.' "WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" She leapt forward ready to rip the woman's tongue out. She fell to the ground from a heavy blow to the side. She curled up into a ball as pain shot through her ribs. "Why Lord Van?"
Why would he protect someone who just discriminated against her kind? He had never struck her before...Never this seriously. This was a heavy blow to the heart, not just the body. Her eyes sparkled with confusion and anger.
That was it. He had taken his temper to a new level. She slowly got back to her feet while avoiding all eye contact with him. She straightened her nightgown then looked up, her eyes were full of hurt but at the same time blazing with fury. She glared at the king she thought she respected, "Well...it seems I'm not needed here anymore..."
She turned towards the whore in angel's clothing. "As for you...Watch your back you won't always have Van here to protect you." She walked away from the two silently and eerily calm.
He watched Merle till the last he could see of her was her tail disappearing through the closing door to the throne room. He sighed, she had called him by his name than his usual formal title. She was royally pissed off. She would come around, she always did.
With that in mind he turned his attention to the woman in his arms, he looked down at her with concern. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I didn't come to bed early...I was just..restless, that's all."
The woman smiled at him, running her hand down his cheek lovingly. She knew why he was up but wouldn't show the jealous monster beneath her beautiful skin, he wouldn't like that. "It's alright, you just had me worried...Will you come to bed now?"
He nodded to his new mistress. "As you wish." He played with the pendent that hung around her neck loosely, then pulled her to him for a tantalizing kiss.
Darkness.
Pitch black coldness that seeped into your bones, pressed all around her. She couldn't breathe, her body convulsed as it panicked. She couldn't breathe! She writhed while clawing at her throat, thinking it would somehow give her the air she needed.
A shock that made her body shake.
Another shock.
The doctors quickly moved away from the revived girl as she sat up. Her eyes were wide from the sudden tug back into the living world. She clutched her fast beating heart which was really a fist full of her shirt. Taking in large amounts of air, she tried to calm herself. She was failing miserably. Her body was in too much shock from being so close to death that it quivered and shook like a leaf.
"Leave."
The one word made the doctors quickly pack up their medical tools and rush out of the room.
"Calm yourself, woman. What the hell is wrong with you? Why were you walking around without an escort..." The rest of his ranting was droned out from the loud buzzing in her ears.
She blinked at the shadowed figure in the bright lit room. "Who's there?"
"What the hell do you mean, who's there! Your god damn savior! If you pass out from just walking down a corridor, I can only imagine you in battle!" He fumed at her slowness, he didn't give her any slack for just coming back to life.
Ugh...He talked to much...
"Is that you Dilandau?"
He walked away from the corner he was occupying, "Quick today, aren't we?" He growled at her for her delayed response.
"You have 3 hours to recuperate, I'll send Chesta to retrieve you once that time is up. He'll show you to the STA." He made his way towards the closed door.
"The what?"
"STA...Sword Training Area. Don't be late, or you'll be doing thrice times the training I'm planning on giving you..." The door slid away before he could punch in the numbers. He raised an eyebrow at the 3 Slayers in front of him. "What do you three want?"
The two irritated boys pushed Chesta forward roughly.
Chesta kept his eyes down, his face was showing the colors of bruises forming but the swelling had gone down from the ice wrapped in cloth he held in his hands. He played with the handkerchief as he picked the right words to tell his superior.
He looked up and straightened his posture. He bowed to him, then spoke in an even and calm voice, "Sorry to disturb you, Lord Dilandau but since the girl was found in our room...we figured it was our responsibility to look out for her. So that's why we are here, to see that if she is ok."
He knew he went wrong somewhere in that brief explanation because he felt the stinging pain in his already bruised cheek. He winced and bit his lip to keep from yelping.
"Nice job you did in looking out for her...If you did take responsibility, then she wouldn't be in here." He walked past him, "As for you two..."
The two immediately stood straighter.
SLAP!
They fell to the ground from Dilandau's harsh smack. "That's for being cowardly and not explaining why it is your here, yourselves." He walked away from his pathetic group of soldiers. "Chesta, have the girl ready in 3 hours. Make sure to bring her to the STA then or it'll be double guymelef sessions for you."
The three let out a sigh that they didn't they had been holding when their leader disappeared down the dark hallway. Dallet glared at Chesta, "Good job, genius."
Miguel pushed the two forward and closed the door behind him. "Yeah Chesta, why exactly did you need to drag us here? Why couldn't you go alone?"
Chesta stepped away from the questioning glares he was receiving, "It would look suspicious if I came alone...unwanted rumors would start and I don't want Hitomi to be labeled something she's not."
The two boys looked at each other then bursted out laughing.
Chesta's face turned bright red from embarrassment. "Really you guys...act more mature."
Dallet wiped a tear away as he tried to regain control of his laughter, "So you bring us along to keep Hitomi from looking like a paramour? Please Chesta...she's staying in our room. You can't stop the inevitable."
Miguel sighed with contentment as his laughter died away, "Besides, when have you ever heard the Slayers gossiping over stupid crap like this? It's declared normal to see whores walking in and out of Slayers' rooms."
They caught him. He smiled nervously, trying his best to think of an excuse to their accusing stares. "I er...uh...well you see..."
"Just say you like her."
"I don't."
"Hn. Whatever."
She didn't hear any of their conversation, despite their loud voices. She could taste blood in the back of her throat, she couldn't feel anything that was touching her, her eyes were blurry from the drugs the doctors had given her, and her ears were still buzzing loudly. All her senses were dulled, except one. Her annoying 6th sense that cursed her from the very start.
She gasped as she recalled her old vision of being killed. It had felt so real. It had taken so much out of her that it nearly DID kill her. Her breathing became harder as the absence of color blocked her vision.
There he was again. His lop-sided grin glowing with pride.
Her dream took on it's normal route till she came to it's familiar stopping point. Only this time, there was somebody in the room to hear her blood curdling scream. Three somebody's.
They stopped their arguing and teasing when they heard the high pitched scream they knew all too well. The scream of death and fright. Chesta was the first to reach Hitomi and grabbed her flailing arms.
Miguel grabbed a hold of her waist to keep her steady as her body jumped from seizures. Dallet shoved the cloth that held Chesta's ice, into her mouth to keep her from swallowing her tongue. He took the position of holding her legs to keep her from harming anybody and herself.
Her body arched again then fell back to the bed in a tired heap. Her eyes closed as she fell into unconsciousness.
Dallet removed the wet cloth from her mouth and handed it back to Chesta, who was hesitant in taking it.
It was covered in blood. Hitomi's blood.
What could be eating her away from the inside to make her body jump into a seizure? He knew of her power in foreseeing the future but didn't think it was painful. His foot kicked pieces of ice, that fell from the cloth when Dallet grabbed it.
He leaned over the sleeping girl with worried filled eyes. What's wrong with you, Hitomi? Why did you come back?
Slowly, Miguel removed his arms from her waist. Afraid that once he let go, she would jump again. Dallet still held Hitomi's legs tightly, too shocked after what happened to do anything.
"Hey it's alright, she's out."
Dallet nodded and closed his gaping jaw. His arms retreated from their death like grip on her legs. He had seen seizures before, but this was just unbearable to watch. To see a girl being ripped apart from the inside was just...wrong.
"I'll go get the doctors..." The shocked Slayer stood, heading towards the door.
"Wait, Dallet!"
He turned towards Chesta, "Look, she needs to be treated as soon as possible. For all we know, she could be bleeding internally or in a coma."
"I don't think she is..."
"Your a soldier, not a doctor."
"I know enough to understand that this was just a phase of an emotional tie she had with whatever she saw in her vision."
"Emotional tie...an emotional TIE?! Chesta, the girl had a freaking seizure!! I don't think an 'Emotional TIE' could make someone go into shock."
Chesta sighed, maybe Dallet was right. There could be something physically wrong with her, not just psychologically. "Go get the doctors..."
Dallet nodded and punched in the code to the door. He vanished once the door closed behind him.
Miguel put a hand on Chesta's shoulder, "Hey, she'll be ok."
"I hope so..."
Little did they know that their General didn't really leave them alone. He had returned when he heard the door shut from them entering the hospital wing.
He didn't rush in when he heard his soldiers cry out in panic when the girl screamed. He didn't move when he heard her flailing body hit the bed several times as she went into shock. He didn't breathe when he heard her body fall limply into bed. He sighed in relief when he heard Miguel say she was unconscious.
Confused by his worried state over the girl, he stood where he was. His very pride and will keeping him from running inside to find out what was wrong. He had ducked into the shadows in the knick of time when Dallet came rushing out of the door.
"Gah...This is ridiculous. I'm probably just worried that I might lose my chance in making her a soldier, that's all. I need her to fight Van, the irony in it would be fun to watch." He smirked to himself, practically shining with joy on his face. Picturing Van's shocked face when Hitomi faced him in a fight to the death, was almost satisfyingly pleasurable.
He nodded, agreeing that he was just upset that she was going to die before the game could begin. "Looks like I'll have to make it 5 hours before she wakes." He walked away from the door, hearing Dallet return with the Doctors.
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Whoadie: *hides face in shame* THAT WAS BAD, WASN'T IT?! *falls over* X.X
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"..." talking
'...' thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 3
The clicking of his boots were muffled from the lush red carpet under his feet. He paced back and forth with his hands tightly clasped behind his back. His face scrunched up in a frustrated look. She was here. He could feel it. But why hadn't she come to him?
Growling to himself, his pace quickened. His turns were more harsh as he gradually became more furious. First, she leaves without saying anything, then she blocks all mental links between the two of them, and NOW she returns to Gaea without even so much of an APPEARANCE in Fanelia?
Just what the hell was she playing at? He was not to be just thrown aside like a used object like that. He loathed the feeling of being less superior and despised being ignored.
Her tail waved in the air lazily, her eyes following the restless king. He was still pacing...ever since the sudden wave of shock that hit him the other night, he had been constantly pacing. Refusing to eat nor sleep, he muttered incoherently to himself and paced for a day now.
She sat in a simple white night gown with her bare legs poking out from underneath it. She was sprawled out on the floor on her stomach. Her elbows were perched up, her hands being used as a base to hold her head.
She fanned her hand over her mouth as she yawned. Since the king refused to sleep, the kingdom was wide awake in panic. Rumors of war breaking out rushed over the land of Fanelia. The power of gossip was truly amazing, the gossipers never wasted any time to play their part.
"Lord Van...Please go to sleep. This is crazy, why stay up worrying over a girl who hasn't spoken to you in a year?" Her eyelids drooped as she spoke. Being his advisor, she might as well give some worthwhile advice. To sleep.
He either didn't hear her or chose not to respond, for he never once looked up. His silent ranting continued as if she had said nothing. 'Grrr! A month...A month and she could have had it all. My kingdom, my people, my name? What more could she want? I gave her love, I cared for her, I even gave up fighting for her sake.'
Of course, the last part was wrong. He DID give up fighting for her, but after her sudden disappearance he took up his old, cold habits again. Which included, no NEEDED, violence.
She sighed, he was ignoring her again. She saw a flash of pink out of the corner of her eye and was instantly reminded of Hitomi. That pink pendent of hers always swung around like that, mocking and teasing her with it's lustrous shine.
She turned her head and gasped. It was Hitomi's pendent! But...she followed the necklace up till it reached the neck of the imposter. She raised a delicate eyebrow, who the hell was this? She got up on all fours and stretched. Her back arched in for a most satisfying cat flex.
She scrunched her nose up at the pale woman, she had noticed her before in the palace but just thought she was another servant. "I thought I told all palace workers to report to their room and to stay there!" Her heated glare pierced into the woman. She was more than a bit cranky.
"Excuse me?" She straightened her back, smoothing out wrinkles in her night gown. "I am NOT a servant, I am a guest!"
She huffed at Merle angrily, her eyes narrowing down into dangerous slits. "Your one to talk! What kind of barbaric, savage lady are you?!"
Merle was on her feet in seconds when she heard the word 'barbaric.' "WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" She leapt forward ready to rip the woman's tongue out. She fell to the ground from a heavy blow to the side. She curled up into a ball as pain shot through her ribs. "Why Lord Van?"
Why would he protect someone who just discriminated against her kind? He had never struck her before...Never this seriously. This was a heavy blow to the heart, not just the body. Her eyes sparkled with confusion and anger.
That was it. He had taken his temper to a new level. She slowly got back to her feet while avoiding all eye contact with him. She straightened her nightgown then looked up, her eyes were full of hurt but at the same time blazing with fury. She glared at the king she thought she respected, "Well...it seems I'm not needed here anymore..."
She turned towards the whore in angel's clothing. "As for you...Watch your back you won't always have Van here to protect you." She walked away from the two silently and eerily calm.
He watched Merle till the last he could see of her was her tail disappearing through the closing door to the throne room. He sighed, she had called him by his name than his usual formal title. She was royally pissed off. She would come around, she always did.
With that in mind he turned his attention to the woman in his arms, he looked down at her with concern. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I didn't come to bed early...I was just..restless, that's all."
The woman smiled at him, running her hand down his cheek lovingly. She knew why he was up but wouldn't show the jealous monster beneath her beautiful skin, he wouldn't like that. "It's alright, you just had me worried...Will you come to bed now?"
He nodded to his new mistress. "As you wish." He played with the pendent that hung around her neck loosely, then pulled her to him for a tantalizing kiss.
Darkness.
Pitch black coldness that seeped into your bones, pressed all around her. She couldn't breathe, her body convulsed as it panicked. She couldn't breathe! She writhed while clawing at her throat, thinking it would somehow give her the air she needed.
A shock that made her body shake.
Another shock.
The doctors quickly moved away from the revived girl as she sat up. Her eyes were wide from the sudden tug back into the living world. She clutched her fast beating heart which was really a fist full of her shirt. Taking in large amounts of air, she tried to calm herself. She was failing miserably. Her body was in too much shock from being so close to death that it quivered and shook like a leaf.
"Leave."
The one word made the doctors quickly pack up their medical tools and rush out of the room.
"Calm yourself, woman. What the hell is wrong with you? Why were you walking around without an escort..." The rest of his ranting was droned out from the loud buzzing in her ears.
She blinked at the shadowed figure in the bright lit room. "Who's there?"
"What the hell do you mean, who's there! Your god damn savior! If you pass out from just walking down a corridor, I can only imagine you in battle!" He fumed at her slowness, he didn't give her any slack for just coming back to life.
Ugh...He talked to much...
"Is that you Dilandau?"
He walked away from the corner he was occupying, "Quick today, aren't we?" He growled at her for her delayed response.
"You have 3 hours to recuperate, I'll send Chesta to retrieve you once that time is up. He'll show you to the STA." He made his way towards the closed door.
"The what?"
"STA...Sword Training Area. Don't be late, or you'll be doing thrice times the training I'm planning on giving you..." The door slid away before he could punch in the numbers. He raised an eyebrow at the 3 Slayers in front of him. "What do you three want?"
The two irritated boys pushed Chesta forward roughly.
Chesta kept his eyes down, his face was showing the colors of bruises forming but the swelling had gone down from the ice wrapped in cloth he held in his hands. He played with the handkerchief as he picked the right words to tell his superior.
He looked up and straightened his posture. He bowed to him, then spoke in an even and calm voice, "Sorry to disturb you, Lord Dilandau but since the girl was found in our room...we figured it was our responsibility to look out for her. So that's why we are here, to see that if she is ok."
He knew he went wrong somewhere in that brief explanation because he felt the stinging pain in his already bruised cheek. He winced and bit his lip to keep from yelping.
"Nice job you did in looking out for her...If you did take responsibility, then she wouldn't be in here." He walked past him, "As for you two..."
The two immediately stood straighter.
SLAP!
They fell to the ground from Dilandau's harsh smack. "That's for being cowardly and not explaining why it is your here, yourselves." He walked away from his pathetic group of soldiers. "Chesta, have the girl ready in 3 hours. Make sure to bring her to the STA then or it'll be double guymelef sessions for you."
The three let out a sigh that they didn't they had been holding when their leader disappeared down the dark hallway. Dallet glared at Chesta, "Good job, genius."
Miguel pushed the two forward and closed the door behind him. "Yeah Chesta, why exactly did you need to drag us here? Why couldn't you go alone?"
Chesta stepped away from the questioning glares he was receiving, "It would look suspicious if I came alone...unwanted rumors would start and I don't want Hitomi to be labeled something she's not."
The two boys looked at each other then bursted out laughing.
Chesta's face turned bright red from embarrassment. "Really you guys...act more mature."
Dallet wiped a tear away as he tried to regain control of his laughter, "So you bring us along to keep Hitomi from looking like a paramour? Please Chesta...she's staying in our room. You can't stop the inevitable."
Miguel sighed with contentment as his laughter died away, "Besides, when have you ever heard the Slayers gossiping over stupid crap like this? It's declared normal to see whores walking in and out of Slayers' rooms."
They caught him. He smiled nervously, trying his best to think of an excuse to their accusing stares. "I er...uh...well you see..."
"Just say you like her."
"I don't."
"Hn. Whatever."
She didn't hear any of their conversation, despite their loud voices. She could taste blood in the back of her throat, she couldn't feel anything that was touching her, her eyes were blurry from the drugs the doctors had given her, and her ears were still buzzing loudly. All her senses were dulled, except one. Her annoying 6th sense that cursed her from the very start.
She gasped as she recalled her old vision of being killed. It had felt so real. It had taken so much out of her that it nearly DID kill her. Her breathing became harder as the absence of color blocked her vision.
There he was again. His lop-sided grin glowing with pride.
Her dream took on it's normal route till she came to it's familiar stopping point. Only this time, there was somebody in the room to hear her blood curdling scream. Three somebody's.
They stopped their arguing and teasing when they heard the high pitched scream they knew all too well. The scream of death and fright. Chesta was the first to reach Hitomi and grabbed her flailing arms.
Miguel grabbed a hold of her waist to keep her steady as her body jumped from seizures. Dallet shoved the cloth that held Chesta's ice, into her mouth to keep her from swallowing her tongue. He took the position of holding her legs to keep her from harming anybody and herself.
Her body arched again then fell back to the bed in a tired heap. Her eyes closed as she fell into unconsciousness.
Dallet removed the wet cloth from her mouth and handed it back to Chesta, who was hesitant in taking it.
It was covered in blood. Hitomi's blood.
What could be eating her away from the inside to make her body jump into a seizure? He knew of her power in foreseeing the future but didn't think it was painful. His foot kicked pieces of ice, that fell from the cloth when Dallet grabbed it.
He leaned over the sleeping girl with worried filled eyes. What's wrong with you, Hitomi? Why did you come back?
Slowly, Miguel removed his arms from her waist. Afraid that once he let go, she would jump again. Dallet still held Hitomi's legs tightly, too shocked after what happened to do anything.
"Hey it's alright, she's out."
Dallet nodded and closed his gaping jaw. His arms retreated from their death like grip on her legs. He had seen seizures before, but this was just unbearable to watch. To see a girl being ripped apart from the inside was just...wrong.
"I'll go get the doctors..." The shocked Slayer stood, heading towards the door.
"Wait, Dallet!"
He turned towards Chesta, "Look, she needs to be treated as soon as possible. For all we know, she could be bleeding internally or in a coma."
"I don't think she is..."
"Your a soldier, not a doctor."
"I know enough to understand that this was just a phase of an emotional tie she had with whatever she saw in her vision."
"Emotional tie...an emotional TIE?! Chesta, the girl had a freaking seizure!! I don't think an 'Emotional TIE' could make someone go into shock."
Chesta sighed, maybe Dallet was right. There could be something physically wrong with her, not just psychologically. "Go get the doctors..."
Dallet nodded and punched in the code to the door. He vanished once the door closed behind him.
Miguel put a hand on Chesta's shoulder, "Hey, she'll be ok."
"I hope so..."
Little did they know that their General didn't really leave them alone. He had returned when he heard the door shut from them entering the hospital wing.
He didn't rush in when he heard his soldiers cry out in panic when the girl screamed. He didn't move when he heard her flailing body hit the bed several times as she went into shock. He didn't breathe when he heard her body fall limply into bed. He sighed in relief when he heard Miguel say she was unconscious.
Confused by his worried state over the girl, he stood where he was. His very pride and will keeping him from running inside to find out what was wrong. He had ducked into the shadows in the knick of time when Dallet came rushing out of the door.
"Gah...This is ridiculous. I'm probably just worried that I might lose my chance in making her a soldier, that's all. I need her to fight Van, the irony in it would be fun to watch." He smirked to himself, practically shining with joy on his face. Picturing Van's shocked face when Hitomi faced him in a fight to the death, was almost satisfyingly pleasurable.
He nodded, agreeing that he was just upset that she was going to die before the game could begin. "Looks like I'll have to make it 5 hours before she wakes." He walked away from the door, hearing Dallet return with the Doctors.
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Whoadie: *hides face in shame* THAT WAS BAD, WASN'T IT?! *falls over* X.X