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Chapter 2: Thoughts and Idea's....
Dilandau felt drunk, no, he was drunk. The evidence was fiffty bottles behind him. Now he really felt sick. "uhh" dilandau laid on his bed. He was all sweaty and sticky. I need a bath. He couldn'y really do that though cause his body wouldn't listen. I am not going to ... "uhhhh" Dilandau rolled over and fell on a wine bottle breaking the tip and a peice of glass stuck in his back. "FUCKKKK!!!!"
Chesta was humming while walking towards Dilanda-sama's room. A letter from the sorcerer's was in his arm. He suddenly heard a scream that souned like "fuck". 'Dilandau-sama!!!' Chesta ran down the hallway toward Dilandau's room. He dropped the letter and opened the door. He starred wide-eyed at what he say. Dilandau-sama was on the floor bleeding. Was there a enemy on board?
"Dilandau-sama?!! are you ... alright?" Chesta hurried to Dilandau's side and rolled him over.
"ah shit! Chesta, that you? there's a fucking peice of .. SHITTT stop that!" Dilandau slapped Chesta who had poked at the peice of glass that was in his back. "Sorry, Dilandau-sama" Chesta blushed.
"Go get!!! .... get out of here. I can handle this.. I can " Dilandau leant over and threw up.
"Dilandau-sama, wait right here. I'll get Folken-sama" Chesta said worried.
"Wha..NO!! DON'T GET HIMM!!" Dilandau shouted but Chesta was already gone. Dilandau sat on his bed. He reached back and pulled the glass out. He starred at it, it seemed to smile at him. "Fuck you. You Shitty glass." Dilandau threw it against the wall.
"talking to a peice of glass. Chesta, I think he's in worse condition than you said he was." smirked Folken. Dilandau glarred at him "Fuck you Folken. Haha, very funny."
"Chesta, said your bleeding where." asked Folken
"Well, folken what spot of me has lots of blood running down it?" asked Dilandau. Stupid idiot! Folken glarred at him and walked over. He grabbed Dilandau and shoved him face first into the bed. "Spoiled brat!" he muttured and starred at Dilandau's bleeding black. "what did you do?" asked folken.
"I...I fell ah...just fix it already!"
"Mmm" Folken told Chesta to get some bandages and hurry back. Chesta ran off at once hearing the order. Folken looked around the room at all the bottles. "Dilandau, what the hell is this? there seems to be 100 bottles!"
"50!!!!"
"you ... your so"
"what? charming, beatiful, sexy? " Dilandau hiccuped making Folken laugh. "Don't fucking laugh at me *hic* you *hic* bastard! *hic,hic,hic*" Folken couldn't resist and laughed again. Dilandau slapped him and got a black eye in return. "Ahhh! what is it with you people! HE [van} scars my face and now you give me a punch in the eye. Not that I cannot blame you. it's hard to look away from such a beautiful face. I guess you and him were jealous and wanted to crush my beauty. Am i wrong, folken-sama?" Dilandau smiled up at Folken and rubbed his arm. Folken eyed him, is He flirting with me? He's Drunk! Folken eyed the puke that Dilandau had thrown up. "your sick?"
"hmm, not anymore." said Dilandau watching Chesta stumble back into the room holding a aid kit. Folken took it and shifted Dilandau to look away from him. He starred at the cut. Damn Dilandau. He wrapped a bandage around Dilandau's rather small torso. Dilandau hummed to himself as Folken fixed him up.
"there" Folken said, he got off of the bed and told Chesta to take the rest of the bandages back. "If you need any further assistance I'll be in my lab." said Folken. "Hai, Folken-sama" smirked Dilandau watching Folken walk out. Dilandau laid on his stomach and side. He didn't notice Folken taking a peice of paper that Chesta had dropped on the ground. The message that had been from the sorcerer's.
Folken dropped the parchment on his desk. He found it on Dilandau's floor, with the seal of the sorcerer's on it. No doubt containg more information on Dilandau's next mission. Why wouldn't he tell him what it was though? A knock came at his door.
"Who is it?"
"Folken-sama, your needed. Dornkirk-sama has asked for you." said a soldier.
"I'll be right there" said Folken. He left the note on his desk.
Oh, that was nice!
shut up
mm, you cannot tell me what to do
wanna bet
try then
don't feel like it
why don't you let me do this. A female touch is better than a males
fuck you
insteading of fucking yourself try and get Folken to do it!
Ahh, SHUT THE HELL UP BITCH.
"Dilandau?"
"Uhh, what" Dilandau looked up from his spot on the floor at Folken. Folken walked over to him and starred down at the young boy. "Dornkirk has given a order for you and the rest of the dragon slayers to be suspended from any further battles." said Folken
"WHATT! what the hell did we do to get suspended?"
"He didn't say. I think the sorcerer's had asked for the order." said Folken. He eyed Dilandau. "What exactly did they want earlier?" asked Folken. Dilandau blushed hating himself for it. "It has nothing to do with you! Okay, just forget it! It wouldn't interest you in the least." said Dilandau. "Really, because I'm interested in what they wanted." said Folken. "uhh!" Dilandau stood up and glarred at Folken. "You stupid idiot! Just leave me alone about it, KAY!" Dilandau pushed passed him and walked out of his room.
Starring at the paper, Folken wondered if he really wanted to look at it. Dilandau seemed very upset about it. Unrolling the paper Folken spreaded it out and read it.
Dilandau, Do not haste. Finish the mission as soon as you can. It is difficult and Folken may not agree to it at all. If you have any troubles contact us and we can see what help we can do. We are sending a new sorcerer down to treat you. He should be arriving shortly. Best wishes-
Folken reread the letter. Dilandau had received a mission from the sorcerers, that was new, probably another experiment or something. But, what had to do with him not agreeing to it. He would have to ask Dilandau later then. He rolled the letter back up and decided to put it back in Dilandau's room somwhere where Dilandau could find it later on. It still puzzeled him that Dilandau wouldn't tell Folken about the mission he received from the sorcerers. It couldn't be that bad could it? Oh well, he would just have to find out.
2 B' Continued..
Chapter 2: Thoughts and Idea's....
Dilandau felt drunk, no, he was drunk. The evidence was fiffty bottles behind him. Now he really felt sick. "uhh" dilandau laid on his bed. He was all sweaty and sticky. I need a bath. He couldn'y really do that though cause his body wouldn't listen. I am not going to ... "uhhhh" Dilandau rolled over and fell on a wine bottle breaking the tip and a peice of glass stuck in his back. "FUCKKKK!!!!"
Chesta was humming while walking towards Dilanda-sama's room. A letter from the sorcerer's was in his arm. He suddenly heard a scream that souned like "fuck". 'Dilandau-sama!!!' Chesta ran down the hallway toward Dilandau's room. He dropped the letter and opened the door. He starred wide-eyed at what he say. Dilandau-sama was on the floor bleeding. Was there a enemy on board?
"Dilandau-sama?!! are you ... alright?" Chesta hurried to Dilandau's side and rolled him over.
"ah shit! Chesta, that you? there's a fucking peice of .. SHITTT stop that!" Dilandau slapped Chesta who had poked at the peice of glass that was in his back. "Sorry, Dilandau-sama" Chesta blushed.
"Go get!!! .... get out of here. I can handle this.. I can " Dilandau leant over and threw up.
"Dilandau-sama, wait right here. I'll get Folken-sama" Chesta said worried.
"Wha..NO!! DON'T GET HIMM!!" Dilandau shouted but Chesta was already gone. Dilandau sat on his bed. He reached back and pulled the glass out. He starred at it, it seemed to smile at him. "Fuck you. You Shitty glass." Dilandau threw it against the wall.
"talking to a peice of glass. Chesta, I think he's in worse condition than you said he was." smirked Folken. Dilandau glarred at him "Fuck you Folken. Haha, very funny."
"Chesta, said your bleeding where." asked Folken
"Well, folken what spot of me has lots of blood running down it?" asked Dilandau. Stupid idiot! Folken glarred at him and walked over. He grabbed Dilandau and shoved him face first into the bed. "Spoiled brat!" he muttured and starred at Dilandau's bleeding black. "what did you do?" asked folken.
"I...I fell ah...just fix it already!"
"Mmm" Folken told Chesta to get some bandages and hurry back. Chesta ran off at once hearing the order. Folken looked around the room at all the bottles. "Dilandau, what the hell is this? there seems to be 100 bottles!"
"50!!!!"
"you ... your so"
"what? charming, beatiful, sexy? " Dilandau hiccuped making Folken laugh. "Don't fucking laugh at me *hic* you *hic* bastard! *hic,hic,hic*" Folken couldn't resist and laughed again. Dilandau slapped him and got a black eye in return. "Ahhh! what is it with you people! HE [van} scars my face and now you give me a punch in the eye. Not that I cannot blame you. it's hard to look away from such a beautiful face. I guess you and him were jealous and wanted to crush my beauty. Am i wrong, folken-sama?" Dilandau smiled up at Folken and rubbed his arm. Folken eyed him, is He flirting with me? He's Drunk! Folken eyed the puke that Dilandau had thrown up. "your sick?"
"hmm, not anymore." said Dilandau watching Chesta stumble back into the room holding a aid kit. Folken took it and shifted Dilandau to look away from him. He starred at the cut. Damn Dilandau. He wrapped a bandage around Dilandau's rather small torso. Dilandau hummed to himself as Folken fixed him up.
"there" Folken said, he got off of the bed and told Chesta to take the rest of the bandages back. "If you need any further assistance I'll be in my lab." said Folken. "Hai, Folken-sama" smirked Dilandau watching Folken walk out. Dilandau laid on his stomach and side. He didn't notice Folken taking a peice of paper that Chesta had dropped on the ground. The message that had been from the sorcerer's.
Folken dropped the parchment on his desk. He found it on Dilandau's floor, with the seal of the sorcerer's on it. No doubt containg more information on Dilandau's next mission. Why wouldn't he tell him what it was though? A knock came at his door.
"Who is it?"
"Folken-sama, your needed. Dornkirk-sama has asked for you." said a soldier.
"I'll be right there" said Folken. He left the note on his desk.
Oh, that was nice!
shut up
mm, you cannot tell me what to do
wanna bet
try then
don't feel like it
why don't you let me do this. A female touch is better than a males
fuck you
insteading of fucking yourself try and get Folken to do it!
Ahh, SHUT THE HELL UP BITCH.
"Dilandau?"
"Uhh, what" Dilandau looked up from his spot on the floor at Folken. Folken walked over to him and starred down at the young boy. "Dornkirk has given a order for you and the rest of the dragon slayers to be suspended from any further battles." said Folken
"WHATT! what the hell did we do to get suspended?"
"He didn't say. I think the sorcerer's had asked for the order." said Folken. He eyed Dilandau. "What exactly did they want earlier?" asked Folken. Dilandau blushed hating himself for it. "It has nothing to do with you! Okay, just forget it! It wouldn't interest you in the least." said Dilandau. "Really, because I'm interested in what they wanted." said Folken. "uhh!" Dilandau stood up and glarred at Folken. "You stupid idiot! Just leave me alone about it, KAY!" Dilandau pushed passed him and walked out of his room.
Starring at the paper, Folken wondered if he really wanted to look at it. Dilandau seemed very upset about it. Unrolling the paper Folken spreaded it out and read it.
Dilandau, Do not haste. Finish the mission as soon as you can. It is difficult and Folken may not agree to it at all. If you have any troubles contact us and we can see what help we can do. We are sending a new sorcerer down to treat you. He should be arriving shortly. Best wishes-
Folken reread the letter. Dilandau had received a mission from the sorcerers, that was new, probably another experiment or something. But, what had to do with him not agreeing to it. He would have to ask Dilandau later then. He rolled the letter back up and decided to put it back in Dilandau's room somwhere where Dilandau could find it later on. It still puzzeled him that Dilandau wouldn't tell Folken about the mission he received from the sorcerers. It couldn't be that bad could it? Oh well, he would just have to find out.
2 B' Continued..