Chapter III.: Enigma of a biscuit
Dalet threw himself on a leather chair in his room and opened a package he got three days ago. ''No hurry. It spoils all the fun.'' He slowly removed the laces and opened the card hidden under them.
«Dear son, happy birthday!»
''How convenient.''
«Your father is out of town for a while, so I decided to send you a gift even though he ordered me not to.»
''Thank you very much for having guts to send a birthday present to your only son, mum.''
«You know how he thinks about mothers spoiling their sons!»
''Aww! Heaven forbid you have your own oppinion on the matter!''
«I hope to see you soon. Love, mum.»
''Yeah, yeah. To bad I don't.'' He ripped the paper off and opened the box. ''A dagger. Great. As if I don't get one every year. Mmm…biscuits! Nanny remembered to put some in. '' He took a biscuit out of paper and slowly brought it to his lips, smell of chocolate inwading his nostrills. ''Best thing I could get right now. It smells like that old dress Nanny used to wear when I was young. Like her hands when she would wash my face. Or was it a soap? No, not the soap. There's no emotions in a soap. It was just endlessly white, round or rectangular, too perfect to be true. Pristine no matter what.'' He took a first bite. The biscuit cracked into small pieces under his teeth, enveloping them in sweet taste. He closed his eyes and focused on chewing. ''I wonder why I like this so much? It's obviously too sweet. Dilandau-sama would surely slap me for ruining my teeth like this. But, if I know it's not good, why do I still eat it? I don't enjoy the taste as half as much as the feeling. This was my rebellion. Little, childish, dirty rebellion…Feels so good to be wild once in a while. When not fighting…Then, I'm free. Like this, I 'm a fluid, like Gatti always says. It's good to be fluid. Things just seem to pass through you or near you, never staying inside, never causing an emotion…I never liked them anyways. Emotions, I mean. Like love and compassion and stuff. Yeah, it fulfills you for a while, and then what? Emptiness. It's better never to have them. Or at least avoid having them. The only feeling I respect and enjoy is anger. For it's not really an emotion. More like a state of mind. I never thought I'll have so much of it in me. Not until I joined the Ryuugekitai. My Lord thought me how to release it in a battle and still be able to return to an old me once the battle is finished. That puzzles the rest of them. Shesta once said I was a split-personality. Like he isn't! I guess that's the reason why we get along this well. Not just the two of us. As if Dilandau-sama chose us by some kind of special pattern, comparing the qualities each one has and merging us down. I always believed he'd be a great painter or something like that if he wasn't in the army. That order he creates makes me feel safe, even though I know I could die any day now. I still wouldn't regret it. Dying. Or eating the biscuit.''
Miguel banged the door while entering and Dalet lazily opened his eyes.
- Bothering me again, Lavariel? He snickered.
- You prick! Eating biscuits, and you didn't call me! Miguel jumped on his comrade and tried to grab the paper bag.
- You want it? Come and get it! Dalet punched him and lifted the bag above Miguel's head laughing like a maniac.
- You little…Miguel kicked his legs and Dalet ended up sitting on the floor, laughing even harder.
- Don't take me seriously, Miguel! It's a sugar shock!
Short and I hope ''sweet'';)