- You know what is the most tragic about Gatti-san? Shesta asked
- Hm, though one, like, everything? Dallet mocked
- I mean, really! The way he's so goddamn under control! It's absolutely frustrating to see him waste his talent by bonding that rage inside with constant reasoning!
- Getting deep, Shesta?
- Go to hell! You just can't have a normal conversation, ha?
- Sorry, Shes but I have better things to do than discussing Gatti's tragical nature. It's what he is, I can't imagine him differently, not that I even want to imagine him. Not after those chicks we met last night. I'm going to be blissfully satisfied today, no dramas.
- Know what? I'll go hit the showers. Shesta said and closed the wooden door that connected their room with the Vione corridors.
He passed the rooms of his comrades and the one of his captain. ''I wonder what's like in there? Probably red and black…as he likes it. Ascetic. No plants. No pictures. I feel I know him so well…Yeah, right. If you know him so well, why don't you forsee when he's going to slap you, you jackass? Am I dum or what? Like anyone is too good to get to know him!… It's so frustrating to be held in this flying fortress for days. No battle, no blood, no fire… just boredom…It made Dilandau-sama edgy, myself too.'' Shesta entered the shower-room and started to undress. The skin, hidden under the leather uniform, became paler with every day and Chesta felt the great urge to speed that process. Just because it meant one day closer to the battle. He turned the pipe and saw the small drops of water asperse when meeting the marble floor. ''So like fire, yet so different. They antagonize, they coexist, they merge, they die…'' Water met his skin and relaxed his tensed muscles, transmuting the falling force of an inorganic matter to a relaxation. As if the water itself became solid, enveloping his body in its warm embrace, creating the thermic shield around him. ''Like people. You know how you think you know the people around you. Families and stuff. They teach you to love them and respect them. That's like fire and water. Unmergeable. Respect they want is not respectful at all. I call it loyalty. And that thing called love? Well, it gets lost along the way… The military is like that at first. Gives you illusions and then messes you up with your own desires. And it would have happened if there wasn't for Dilandau-sama. He made it surpass its original cause. We aren't in the military service. It is in ours. That's what makes me want to fight. He makes me prove myself every time all over again. No credits from the past, no tapping on the shoulder or false promises. Just unending battle for the honor to fight next to him. To endure or to perish. It's not easy, but I don't want it to be easy. Easy things are almost always bad ones. What I don't earn, I don't appreciate. Like those girls from the last night. Jumping in our laps like whores. They probably were ones. If I didn't wear my uniform, I bet the things would be slightly different. Funny, that female psychology…I tend not to take it off…It spares time… How I miss my melef! If we could only pillage something! That desire for the crimson flames infected me from my Lord. Not that I mind. That feeling the fire gives me…Mmm…Like tasting your own blood…I used to do that before I joined Dilandau-sama. It was fullfilling me when I felt empty. Trapped under the illusion of politeness or good manners. Normal, expected, desired by everyone else but myself…The only problem was that it lasted too short. Every flood of fire in my veins that the taste of my oown blood produced couldn't last long enough…But, not anymore. If I had to wait for thousand years, I could. If it meant being in my Lord's unit…Well worth it…That higher meaning he attaches to everything he wants. Like that bastard Fanel that mared his face. That was his fatal mistake. He didn't mar my Lord's face. He mared fifteen proffesional killers that will enthusiastically lay their lifes down to capture him. Oh how we'll get him. And how glorious will the triumph of my Lord be…Like fire and water…And no water could extinguish the flames in our hearts. In my heart. Way to burned up inside to go back, now. Aren't I?'' Drops of water made their weary path through his skin, slowly drying off of his features. The body shined under the weak light that reflected from the water-drops, lasting long enough to die in the moment the skin made the slightest move or the delicate circulation of air made the drops continue their way down. He passed his hand over the golden strands of his hair, pulling them backwards and removing them out of the dark blue eyes.''Way to burned up…''
Hope you liked the second chapter…Thanks to everyone that read it and big thanks to Kory for rewiewing my fics:))))))))))))