Whoadie: GAH! *Sneezes* I'm sick once again....*wipes nose then sneezes again* ^^ So please excuse me for my ill felt words that don't quite seem to reach you as my other chapters have.
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"..." talking
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Torn Apart
Chapter 5- Why do you taunt me?
She wanted to pull away and just run from him, but he wouldn't let her. She felt his cold lips on hers, devouring her full ones. Her eyes were welling up with tears, how she longed to get away. If it weren't for the death grip on her arms, she would have smacked him.
Wincing at his tight grip on her arms, she knew she was going to be bruised after this. Sensing her wince, he pulled back a little. She stared at his eyes in shock. They were the same color as Van's.
He blinked his eyes a little, making the misty look fade. They returned back to their silvery color. He looked at her stare, thinking she had enjoyed the kiss so much that she was speechless. He took it as an okay to take another one.
Right when his lips almost met hers, someone burst into the room.
Hitomi blinked then quickly pulled away from Rai. She crossed her arms, trying to hide the purpling skin. She looked towards her savior.
"I-I-I-I-I have to go..." She quickly left through the open doors.
Rai glared at the person. "Must you always ruin my time with her?"
He gave a malicious glare back, his eyes emptying into those of a killer. "You will not go near her or I will personally see that your head is placed on Lord Dilandau's fireplace mantle."
Rai laughed as he stood, he walked past the boy then stopped. Still facing away, he answered, "I'll heed your words, but I can't promise she'll stay away from me." With that, he left.
He growled. "We were too late Miguel, he got to Hitomi."
Miguel stood leaning behind the open door, he closed it with his hand. "Sorry, it was our fault Chesta. Dallet and I didn't think he would come back." He sighed, "We'll just have to keep a close eye on him."
Chesta nodded, his blue eyes filling back up with pure innocence. 'I'm so sorry, Hitomi. I failed protecting you again, but this shall be the last time.'
Hot iron burned her skin as the air temperature around her suffocated her lungs. Her skin moist with perspiration from the rising heat, yet, all she could feel was cold. Cold running through her heart, cold spreading through the fingers that controlled the machine that she was in, coldness overruled her perky spirit. The spirit laid dormant now under layers of ice.
No longer was she a bystander or a silent spectator. She was apart of the history happening around her. She was apart of a new family. A new rising empire.
She was the fall of Fanelia.
Her eyes were spiraling with the fire that rose into the air. Her eyes gazed around the ruined country, the country she once helped rebuild. Funny how you put so much time and effort into recreating something, only to watch it be destroyed in mere seconds later.
She watched him run to his dying lover. She opened the hatch to her guymelef and stumbled out. She looked down at her hands, envisioning the blood of her victims all over them. She turned her head away from the King and his dead bride, and threw up.
"What are you doing, Hitomi!? Get back into your guymelef! That's an order!!!"
She turned off the intercom, ending the transmission from her General. Her new strength. 'I'm sorry...but this must be done.'
She fell to the ground, landing hard onto her back. She stared up at the open hatch to her guymelef, waiting for her eyes to focus. She sat up, her world started spinning while her body throbbed with pain. She didn't whine or groan like she used too, she felt no pain.
She pulled her foil from it's sheath as she approached the sobbing king. Blood dripped down the side of her face and rolled down till it dripped off of her fingertips. She watched it slide down the smooth blade.
A gust of wind blew cold air around them, spirits who were suffering moaned in the wind. She closed her eyes as she lifted the blade, outlining her former lovers neck. "Van..."
He turned around, his eyes widening in shock. "You...Hitomi put the blade down." His reddish brown eyes were blazing red now. "Put the sword down."
A smirk started to spread on her lips, "Only one man has the power to command me, it's not you anymore." She raised her blade and struck down at the betrayed king.
Thump!
Hitomi groaned as she hit her head against the top bunk again. This was the 3rd night she had woken up to the same dream. Her body fell back onto the hard mattress. She really hoped this wasn't a vision, the way she felt in the dream was almost...giddy. Seeing Van's horror filled eyes was satisfying and she hated to admit it...hilarious. To see a mighty king whimper before her was amusing.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought back on it.
No.
She shook her head from the disturbing thoughts of her destroying all of a Fanelia. Not only was the blood and gore of the dream scary but her feelings in the dream towards her superior. She shuddered.
Was it...love?
She looked out the window of the bedroom she shared with the Dragon Slayers. Stars littered the night sky but a little light started to spread it's fingertips on the horizon. Dawn was approaching.
Another day of training was about to begin.
She looked over at Dallet's bunk, then Miguel's, and last but not least Chesta's. She stared up at the small curve of where his body was making an indent into the mattress, she poked at it and watched it move. Chesta was highly ticklish and must have shifted in his sleep.
She covered her mouth to keep from laughing. She had never been so happy in her life.
Crazy enough, her life was actually fun and exciting ever since she became a Slayer. Sure it had it's downsides from being picked on because she was a girl and an old nemesis but it was quite nice overall. She had great friends who set aside their old hatred for her and instead stood up to those who discriminated against her.
It was much better than being caged and used.
Then there was Dilandau. No, LORD Dilandau. She rubbed her still fresh pink cheek. She thought it was silly to call him "Lord" when she had been calling him Dilandau for quite some time now.
Well she learned that all had to change.
No wonder the Slayers took his slaps with a straight face. They respected his authority and pride. Not to mention his loyalty and trust. Especially the special bond he had with the three slayers she knew.
That reminded her...weren't there four?
As if on cue, the door swung open.
Hitomi jumped back up, hitting her head against the top bunk once again. She fell back, burying her head under her covers. 'What the hell was that?' Her hand slowly crept to the hilt of her foil.
Moaning and groans of the waking Slayers showed that she wasn't the only one to notice the intruder.
"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!!! DID YOU MISS ME?" The teenager waltzed around the room, knocking on every head. His annoying sing-song voice echoed in her sensitive voice, who was this guy?
She heard a thud.
Dallet had fallen off his bunk and was clutching his sword rather tightly. She had to hold in a snicker, it was a mistake to wake up Dallet up so early in the morning.
"Grrr! GATTI!! I don't CARE if you've just been released from the medical wing, YOUR FREAKING GOING BACK!!!" He dove at Gatti with his sword raised.
Miguel was sitting up on his bed and had taken the sword out of Dallets hands as if it were a practiced routine. "Now now, he doesn't need to be banged up so quickly. Those poor doctors had spent enough hours of labor over him. They atleast deserve a full 24 hour break."
Dallet lightened his hold on Gatti's neck. "Damnit...Why do you have to be right all the time?"
Miguel gave a sleepy grin. He ran a hand through his tussled hair, "Well someone has to look out for you girls." He looked over to the hiding Hitomi. "No offense, Hitomi."
Gatti's eyes widened, "WHAT?! What's SHE doing here?" He made a choking cough sound when Dallet tightened his grip again.
"Get over the fact that she used to be our enemy. That's all changed now, she's one of us."
He looked at all of them like they were mad. She was the reason he was in the medical ward for so long! Her and that nefarious royal.
Van. Oh how he loathed him.
"Not only do you accept an enemy, you let her sleep in MY bed?"
"Lord Dilandau ordered it, so your just going to have to take it up with him." Chesta added from his face in his pillow.
Gatti gulped, not wanting to mess with orders from Lord Dilandau. He sighed as he looked over to the nervous girl. "Fine...Whatever."
Dallet grinned as his friend gave in. He pulled him up into a arm lock, "Now about that welcome back..."
He stroked his scar absently. Today was the day. He was finally going to destroy Van, in the most brutal way.
He would destroy him psychologically, then physically. He envisioned their triumph in killing the king, enslaving his people, and burning down the country till nothing was left. And she would bring it all to him in a lovely package.
His heart quickened at the thought of her smiling face. His fist clenched on his cheek out of anger. There he went again, thinking of her like that. Didn't he learn from past mistakes? Women were mere vixens that did whatever the hell they wanted.
Well so he thought.
She hadn't disobeyed him ever since she came under his command. Except that one incident with respecting his authority, but besides that she was all his. He had broken her into one of his soldiers.
He gave an egotistical smile, he was such a good teacher. In the past few days, Hitomi had changed completely from her shy and wussy self to a full fledged killer.
He did admit that she still needed a few more runs with her guymelef piloting skills but besides that, she was ready for anything. He let the morning dawn hit his pale skin.
Dawn of the 4th day. His plan would commence in 16:00 hours.
And Hitomi was the star.
"I'm not sleeping on the floor."
"Well where do you propose you sleep?"
"In a bed would be nice."
"But there aren't any beds."
He grinned, "Sure there are! I'll just share mine with-"
They all shouted at once, "NO!"
He frowned, "Bbbbbut...."
They shouted again, "NO!"
He pouted like a child. They were all amazed at how his ill intentions towards Hitomi would change so fast at breakfast.
"Well I was wounded! Your going to let a hospital released patient sleep on the cold floor?"
"I have no problem with it."
"Your mouth is moving, isn't it? So your not dead, which means you practice, just in case you do die."
"I know you were wounded Gatti, but really. For you to share a bunk with Hitomi would be inappropriate."
He flicked a spoonful of oatmeal at Chesta, "How are you still alive with those...gah overrated 'mature' answers."
Chesta dodged just in time, "I have skills, what can I say?"
Dallet laughed at the two. His arm wrapped around Gatti's shoulders, a seductive grin formed on his lips. "You can share my bed..."
THUD!
Dallet held his bleeding nose. "I was only kidding!"
Gatti rubbed his knuckles as he ignored Dallet's statement. He looked at Miguel, who was shaking with silent laughter. His form was hunched over his oatmeal, his spoon still suspended in the air.
Chesta tried to keep a straight face but was failing. Hitomi was covering her mouth to keep from spewing her food.
They all couldn't hold it in anymore, they let a roar of laughter erupt from their table. They chorused together in their mockery over Dallet's stupid mistake.
"I don't have to take this." He got up from the floor and headed towards the medical wing to get his nose patched up.
On his way there, the door flew open and knocked him square on his back. He was ready to cry from getting hit again in the nose.
Rai looked down at him with an amused look, "Whoops...Sorry didn't see you there." He walked passed him, heading towards his usual table.
Dallet glared at his back, then crawled out the door. He muttered the whole way towards the medical wing.
"Hey Hitomi...I have orders from Lord Dilandau to give you a lesson on piloting a guymelef."
She nearly choked on her food when she heard Rai. She looked up at him with shock filled eyes. "What?!"
He smiled, thinking she was excited. "Yep! Just asked for permission, so hurry up so we can get you started!" He squeezed her shoulder fondly then went to get his breakfast. Shooting a smirk at Chesta over his shoulder.
Chesta slammed his silverware down, he got up from his seat and was about to lunge at Rai for his cocky attitude. He was pulled down to his seat by Miguel. "Keep your cool, someone has to have a level head in this kindof situation. Don't let it be him."
Gatti looked between Chesta and Rai then back to Miguel. He was so lost. This was new to him, Chesta never really hated anyone, yet here he was making threats under his breath towards this guy named Rai.
"Who was that?"
Chesta grumbled, "A stalker."
"Ah..." He picked at his food in thought. "So..." He turned to Hitomi, who had lost interest in her breakfast all of a sudden. "About that bed..."
Miguel and Chesta both shouted at him at the same time. "NO!"
"Here's the plan, men." He pointed at various places on a blue print of the Fanelian palace. "I've assigned this squadron to be invited guests. You will be positioned here, here, and here. Do not move from these spots, if you are asked to dance, stay close to your post."
"What's this Lord Dilandau?" A Slayer pointed to a rather large dot on the page. The dot had many arrows for it's path to other posts.
"That is for our Ring leader. Who will be our source of distraction for all of Fanelia and most of all...the King."
The Slayers looked at him oddly. Dallet itched the bandage on his nose irritably, "Is it you, My lord?"
His eyes traveled around, looking for Hitomi. He didn't find her. "No, but you'll know who it is when you see them. They will be the only one without a disguise."
"No one would be able to go undisguised, the King knows us all by faces!"
Slap!
Dallet rubbed his pink cheek, this was just not his day. "Forgive me, Lord Dilandau. I was being redundant on information you already knew."
"Don't let it happen again...And I'm counting on this particular person to be recognized."
Silence.
"Your dismissed, I'll see you 4 hours from now. Get some rest, it's going to be a long night."
They all bowed and murmured, "Yes sir."
Meanwhile....
"Please don't...." She shrunk back into the seat, trying to get away from him.
"But you enjoyed it so much last time. Why are you drawing away from me now? Why must you always run away from me?" His eyes hardened. She was withdrawing again. He couldn't have that.
She yelped when he grabbed her tightly on the arms again. This time she was ready, her knee bent out of reflex and swung out at him. The leg stretched out and delivered the full blow to his stomach. He fell back, out of the open hatch.
"Damn you! Any girl would die to be in your position." He rubbed his stomach as he stood.
"Then let them have it because I step down from this so called position." She pulled herself out of the piloting chamber and left him.
He watched her leave the hanger. His eyes were glowing a bright fiery red out of anger. She would be his, whether she liked it or not. He waited too long and wasn't about to lose her again. "I'll see you tonight at the banquet, Hitomi." He turned away, stepping inside the guymelef for a test run. His eyes returned to their silvery swirl.
He watched the guymelef take off, his arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the shadowed wall. He had just come in for a check up on his guymelef but walked in on the two's practice session. Leering at the fading guymelef, his hands clenched and unclenched.
The information he had just received from Chesta had been correct, he was an annoying problem that needed to be dealt with immediately. A smirk formed on his lips as he stepped out of the shadows. He would see to it personally that Rai would not be returning from the underway battle against Fanelia.
"So you will take care of it?"
He turned his eyes to the new person in the hanger. "Of course, we can't have someone foil our plots now, can we? Hitomi needs to be focused on the task at hand, he is proving to be an annoyance of hers. This will not continue."
Chesta sighed in relief then bowed. He hated to come to him, but it was a last resort. Hitomi had ran past him crying, muttering quickly about how she loathed men. Taking it a bit harshly, he went straight to the person he knew would "fix" this problem.
"I'll see you in 4 hours then, My lord." He bowed again and turned to leave the hanger.
"Make it 3 hours for you and your roommates. I want you all ready to leave an hour before hand, you 5 are going to set this plan into motion early. The others can afford to be fashionably late."
"Yes, sir!" He ran off towards his room to tell his friends of the change of plans.
Dilandau watched out of the corner of his eye as Chesta ran off. 'Good, that gives me a few hours to hunt my new prey.' He snickered as he walked towards his personal red guymelef. "I'm coming for you, Rai."
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Whoadie: O.O;;; *stares at work* NUUUUUUUUUUUU! . I didn't want it to be like this, but it ended up writing itself. Gah...Review review! ^_^
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"..." talking
'...' thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 5- Why do you taunt me?
She wanted to pull away and just run from him, but he wouldn't let her. She felt his cold lips on hers, devouring her full ones. Her eyes were welling up with tears, how she longed to get away. If it weren't for the death grip on her arms, she would have smacked him.
Wincing at his tight grip on her arms, she knew she was going to be bruised after this. Sensing her wince, he pulled back a little. She stared at his eyes in shock. They were the same color as Van's.
He blinked his eyes a little, making the misty look fade. They returned back to their silvery color. He looked at her stare, thinking she had enjoyed the kiss so much that she was speechless. He took it as an okay to take another one.
Right when his lips almost met hers, someone burst into the room.
Hitomi blinked then quickly pulled away from Rai. She crossed her arms, trying to hide the purpling skin. She looked towards her savior.
"I-I-I-I-I have to go..." She quickly left through the open doors.
Rai glared at the person. "Must you always ruin my time with her?"
He gave a malicious glare back, his eyes emptying into those of a killer. "You will not go near her or I will personally see that your head is placed on Lord Dilandau's fireplace mantle."
Rai laughed as he stood, he walked past the boy then stopped. Still facing away, he answered, "I'll heed your words, but I can't promise she'll stay away from me." With that, he left.
He growled. "We were too late Miguel, he got to Hitomi."
Miguel stood leaning behind the open door, he closed it with his hand. "Sorry, it was our fault Chesta. Dallet and I didn't think he would come back." He sighed, "We'll just have to keep a close eye on him."
Chesta nodded, his blue eyes filling back up with pure innocence. 'I'm so sorry, Hitomi. I failed protecting you again, but this shall be the last time.'
Hot iron burned her skin as the air temperature around her suffocated her lungs. Her skin moist with perspiration from the rising heat, yet, all she could feel was cold. Cold running through her heart, cold spreading through the fingers that controlled the machine that she was in, coldness overruled her perky spirit. The spirit laid dormant now under layers of ice.
No longer was she a bystander or a silent spectator. She was apart of the history happening around her. She was apart of a new family. A new rising empire.
She was the fall of Fanelia.
Her eyes were spiraling with the fire that rose into the air. Her eyes gazed around the ruined country, the country she once helped rebuild. Funny how you put so much time and effort into recreating something, only to watch it be destroyed in mere seconds later.
She watched him run to his dying lover. She opened the hatch to her guymelef and stumbled out. She looked down at her hands, envisioning the blood of her victims all over them. She turned her head away from the King and his dead bride, and threw up.
"What are you doing, Hitomi!? Get back into your guymelef! That's an order!!!"
She turned off the intercom, ending the transmission from her General. Her new strength. 'I'm sorry...but this must be done.'
She fell to the ground, landing hard onto her back. She stared up at the open hatch to her guymelef, waiting for her eyes to focus. She sat up, her world started spinning while her body throbbed with pain. She didn't whine or groan like she used too, she felt no pain.
She pulled her foil from it's sheath as she approached the sobbing king. Blood dripped down the side of her face and rolled down till it dripped off of her fingertips. She watched it slide down the smooth blade.
A gust of wind blew cold air around them, spirits who were suffering moaned in the wind. She closed her eyes as she lifted the blade, outlining her former lovers neck. "Van..."
He turned around, his eyes widening in shock. "You...Hitomi put the blade down." His reddish brown eyes were blazing red now. "Put the sword down."
A smirk started to spread on her lips, "Only one man has the power to command me, it's not you anymore." She raised her blade and struck down at the betrayed king.
Thump!
Hitomi groaned as she hit her head against the top bunk again. This was the 3rd night she had woken up to the same dream. Her body fell back onto the hard mattress. She really hoped this wasn't a vision, the way she felt in the dream was almost...giddy. Seeing Van's horror filled eyes was satisfying and she hated to admit it...hilarious. To see a mighty king whimper before her was amusing.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought back on it.
No.
She shook her head from the disturbing thoughts of her destroying all of a Fanelia. Not only was the blood and gore of the dream scary but her feelings in the dream towards her superior. She shuddered.
Was it...love?
She looked out the window of the bedroom she shared with the Dragon Slayers. Stars littered the night sky but a little light started to spread it's fingertips on the horizon. Dawn was approaching.
Another day of training was about to begin.
She looked over at Dallet's bunk, then Miguel's, and last but not least Chesta's. She stared up at the small curve of where his body was making an indent into the mattress, she poked at it and watched it move. Chesta was highly ticklish and must have shifted in his sleep.
She covered her mouth to keep from laughing. She had never been so happy in her life.
Crazy enough, her life was actually fun and exciting ever since she became a Slayer. Sure it had it's downsides from being picked on because she was a girl and an old nemesis but it was quite nice overall. She had great friends who set aside their old hatred for her and instead stood up to those who discriminated against her.
It was much better than being caged and used.
Then there was Dilandau. No, LORD Dilandau. She rubbed her still fresh pink cheek. She thought it was silly to call him "Lord" when she had been calling him Dilandau for quite some time now.
Well she learned that all had to change.
No wonder the Slayers took his slaps with a straight face. They respected his authority and pride. Not to mention his loyalty and trust. Especially the special bond he had with the three slayers she knew.
That reminded her...weren't there four?
As if on cue, the door swung open.
Hitomi jumped back up, hitting her head against the top bunk once again. She fell back, burying her head under her covers. 'What the hell was that?' Her hand slowly crept to the hilt of her foil.
Moaning and groans of the waking Slayers showed that she wasn't the only one to notice the intruder.
"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!!! DID YOU MISS ME?" The teenager waltzed around the room, knocking on every head. His annoying sing-song voice echoed in her sensitive voice, who was this guy?
She heard a thud.
Dallet had fallen off his bunk and was clutching his sword rather tightly. She had to hold in a snicker, it was a mistake to wake up Dallet up so early in the morning.
"Grrr! GATTI!! I don't CARE if you've just been released from the medical wing, YOUR FREAKING GOING BACK!!!" He dove at Gatti with his sword raised.
Miguel was sitting up on his bed and had taken the sword out of Dallets hands as if it were a practiced routine. "Now now, he doesn't need to be banged up so quickly. Those poor doctors had spent enough hours of labor over him. They atleast deserve a full 24 hour break."
Dallet lightened his hold on Gatti's neck. "Damnit...Why do you have to be right all the time?"
Miguel gave a sleepy grin. He ran a hand through his tussled hair, "Well someone has to look out for you girls." He looked over to the hiding Hitomi. "No offense, Hitomi."
Gatti's eyes widened, "WHAT?! What's SHE doing here?" He made a choking cough sound when Dallet tightened his grip again.
"Get over the fact that she used to be our enemy. That's all changed now, she's one of us."
He looked at all of them like they were mad. She was the reason he was in the medical ward for so long! Her and that nefarious royal.
Van. Oh how he loathed him.
"Not only do you accept an enemy, you let her sleep in MY bed?"
"Lord Dilandau ordered it, so your just going to have to take it up with him." Chesta added from his face in his pillow.
Gatti gulped, not wanting to mess with orders from Lord Dilandau. He sighed as he looked over to the nervous girl. "Fine...Whatever."
Dallet grinned as his friend gave in. He pulled him up into a arm lock, "Now about that welcome back..."
He stroked his scar absently. Today was the day. He was finally going to destroy Van, in the most brutal way.
He would destroy him psychologically, then physically. He envisioned their triumph in killing the king, enslaving his people, and burning down the country till nothing was left. And she would bring it all to him in a lovely package.
His heart quickened at the thought of her smiling face. His fist clenched on his cheek out of anger. There he went again, thinking of her like that. Didn't he learn from past mistakes? Women were mere vixens that did whatever the hell they wanted.
Well so he thought.
She hadn't disobeyed him ever since she came under his command. Except that one incident with respecting his authority, but besides that she was all his. He had broken her into one of his soldiers.
He gave an egotistical smile, he was such a good teacher. In the past few days, Hitomi had changed completely from her shy and wussy self to a full fledged killer.
He did admit that she still needed a few more runs with her guymelef piloting skills but besides that, she was ready for anything. He let the morning dawn hit his pale skin.
Dawn of the 4th day. His plan would commence in 16:00 hours.
And Hitomi was the star.
"I'm not sleeping on the floor."
"Well where do you propose you sleep?"
"In a bed would be nice."
"But there aren't any beds."
He grinned, "Sure there are! I'll just share mine with-"
They all shouted at once, "NO!"
He frowned, "Bbbbbut...."
They shouted again, "NO!"
He pouted like a child. They were all amazed at how his ill intentions towards Hitomi would change so fast at breakfast.
"Well I was wounded! Your going to let a hospital released patient sleep on the cold floor?"
"I have no problem with it."
"Your mouth is moving, isn't it? So your not dead, which means you practice, just in case you do die."
"I know you were wounded Gatti, but really. For you to share a bunk with Hitomi would be inappropriate."
He flicked a spoonful of oatmeal at Chesta, "How are you still alive with those...gah overrated 'mature' answers."
Chesta dodged just in time, "I have skills, what can I say?"
Dallet laughed at the two. His arm wrapped around Gatti's shoulders, a seductive grin formed on his lips. "You can share my bed..."
THUD!
Dallet held his bleeding nose. "I was only kidding!"
Gatti rubbed his knuckles as he ignored Dallet's statement. He looked at Miguel, who was shaking with silent laughter. His form was hunched over his oatmeal, his spoon still suspended in the air.
Chesta tried to keep a straight face but was failing. Hitomi was covering her mouth to keep from spewing her food.
They all couldn't hold it in anymore, they let a roar of laughter erupt from their table. They chorused together in their mockery over Dallet's stupid mistake.
"I don't have to take this." He got up from the floor and headed towards the medical wing to get his nose patched up.
On his way there, the door flew open and knocked him square on his back. He was ready to cry from getting hit again in the nose.
Rai looked down at him with an amused look, "Whoops...Sorry didn't see you there." He walked passed him, heading towards his usual table.
Dallet glared at his back, then crawled out the door. He muttered the whole way towards the medical wing.
"Hey Hitomi...I have orders from Lord Dilandau to give you a lesson on piloting a guymelef."
She nearly choked on her food when she heard Rai. She looked up at him with shock filled eyes. "What?!"
He smiled, thinking she was excited. "Yep! Just asked for permission, so hurry up so we can get you started!" He squeezed her shoulder fondly then went to get his breakfast. Shooting a smirk at Chesta over his shoulder.
Chesta slammed his silverware down, he got up from his seat and was about to lunge at Rai for his cocky attitude. He was pulled down to his seat by Miguel. "Keep your cool, someone has to have a level head in this kindof situation. Don't let it be him."
Gatti looked between Chesta and Rai then back to Miguel. He was so lost. This was new to him, Chesta never really hated anyone, yet here he was making threats under his breath towards this guy named Rai.
"Who was that?"
Chesta grumbled, "A stalker."
"Ah..." He picked at his food in thought. "So..." He turned to Hitomi, who had lost interest in her breakfast all of a sudden. "About that bed..."
Miguel and Chesta both shouted at him at the same time. "NO!"
"Here's the plan, men." He pointed at various places on a blue print of the Fanelian palace. "I've assigned this squadron to be invited guests. You will be positioned here, here, and here. Do not move from these spots, if you are asked to dance, stay close to your post."
"What's this Lord Dilandau?" A Slayer pointed to a rather large dot on the page. The dot had many arrows for it's path to other posts.
"That is for our Ring leader. Who will be our source of distraction for all of Fanelia and most of all...the King."
The Slayers looked at him oddly. Dallet itched the bandage on his nose irritably, "Is it you, My lord?"
His eyes traveled around, looking for Hitomi. He didn't find her. "No, but you'll know who it is when you see them. They will be the only one without a disguise."
"No one would be able to go undisguised, the King knows us all by faces!"
Slap!
Dallet rubbed his pink cheek, this was just not his day. "Forgive me, Lord Dilandau. I was being redundant on information you already knew."
"Don't let it happen again...And I'm counting on this particular person to be recognized."
Silence.
"Your dismissed, I'll see you 4 hours from now. Get some rest, it's going to be a long night."
They all bowed and murmured, "Yes sir."
Meanwhile....
"Please don't...." She shrunk back into the seat, trying to get away from him.
"But you enjoyed it so much last time. Why are you drawing away from me now? Why must you always run away from me?" His eyes hardened. She was withdrawing again. He couldn't have that.
She yelped when he grabbed her tightly on the arms again. This time she was ready, her knee bent out of reflex and swung out at him. The leg stretched out and delivered the full blow to his stomach. He fell back, out of the open hatch.
"Damn you! Any girl would die to be in your position." He rubbed his stomach as he stood.
"Then let them have it because I step down from this so called position." She pulled herself out of the piloting chamber and left him.
He watched her leave the hanger. His eyes were glowing a bright fiery red out of anger. She would be his, whether she liked it or not. He waited too long and wasn't about to lose her again. "I'll see you tonight at the banquet, Hitomi." He turned away, stepping inside the guymelef for a test run. His eyes returned to their silvery swirl.
He watched the guymelef take off, his arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the shadowed wall. He had just come in for a check up on his guymelef but walked in on the two's practice session. Leering at the fading guymelef, his hands clenched and unclenched.
The information he had just received from Chesta had been correct, he was an annoying problem that needed to be dealt with immediately. A smirk formed on his lips as he stepped out of the shadows. He would see to it personally that Rai would not be returning from the underway battle against Fanelia.
"So you will take care of it?"
He turned his eyes to the new person in the hanger. "Of course, we can't have someone foil our plots now, can we? Hitomi needs to be focused on the task at hand, he is proving to be an annoyance of hers. This will not continue."
Chesta sighed in relief then bowed. He hated to come to him, but it was a last resort. Hitomi had ran past him crying, muttering quickly about how she loathed men. Taking it a bit harshly, he went straight to the person he knew would "fix" this problem.
"I'll see you in 4 hours then, My lord." He bowed again and turned to leave the hanger.
"Make it 3 hours for you and your roommates. I want you all ready to leave an hour before hand, you 5 are going to set this plan into motion early. The others can afford to be fashionably late."
"Yes, sir!" He ran off towards his room to tell his friends of the change of plans.
Dilandau watched out of the corner of his eye as Chesta ran off. 'Good, that gives me a few hours to hunt my new prey.' He snickered as he walked towards his personal red guymelef. "I'm coming for you, Rai."
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Whoadie: O.O;;; *stares at work* NUUUUUUUUUUUU! . I didn't want it to be like this, but it ended up writing itself. Gah...Review review! ^_^