A/N: ok... so I forgot the disclaimer...

Disclaimer: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Nothing is mine, So please don't sue!

Of Revenge, Love and Cross-Dressing

Chapter 2: In Which Celena Meets Her New Personal Handmaid

Celena was so suddenly interested the flower petals falling in front of her window. They were so beautiful with their colours twisting and turning in the wind. She wanted to reach out and touch them, feel the life from the tree they came from and witness the bringing of autumn—

"Celena?! Are you paying attention?!" Allan's stern voice coaxed her out of her musing. She had asked about Him again and Allan, as always, rambled on about how she should think about him anymore and how he was a bad person. She couldn't help it that she was so curious about him and—

"CELENA!" Allan repeated. Allan always hated to be ignored. She turned her head towards him and put on a small smile.

"I'm sorry brother... I was distracted..." she replied to his calls. Why was he always so upset when she asked about Him? "Could you at least tell me his name?"

Allan's face altered into a complete look of disgust as he turned for the door. "Celena, I'd rather you know nothing of that snake and what he did. I want you to stop thinking about him..." He gave nod to his second-in-command and waltzed out the door.

Celena returned to the window and recovered her earlier musings. She wanted to know who he was...

"Uh... anyway," Gaddes piped up, "We came here to inform you that you have a new handmaid to help you! She just signed on this morning."

Celena groaned. Not another one... All these handmaids were the same old women that have not a thought of their own. 'Your quite right, Miss Celena', 'Of course, Miss Celena', 'Are you getting married soon, Miss Celena?'. She groaned again. marriage was the only they could talk about, and the last thing on her mind.

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Dilandau and the 'Slayers sat uncomfortably in the maid's quarters. They had been waiting to be called up to their respected places in the castle for a little over an hour now. All they had to do was give their name and age, how much paperwork was needed for that?

Schesta was moving and shifting about uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn't seem to sit upright or retain a lady's posture. His mother always told him slouching would be his demise...

Jajuka's fur was threatening to explode out of the delicate material. He ever wondered how on Gaea he got into the dress in the first place. While smoothing down the front of his dress he noticed Dilandau tapping his foot. That was never a good sign.

Dilandau was beginning to twitch slightly on one side. He had never had to wait this long, not for his enemies, not for his troupes and not even for Zaibach. He played with the scar on the side of his face and was about to launch into rage when...

"Okay, we're finished!" came an excited feminine voice that burst into the room. It was on of the maids or nurses, couldn't tell which one, who had 'blessed' them with her presence. She began handing out little pieces of paper with names of rooms and duties on them.

"This is the room you have been assigned to and the duties you will perform in that room. Only one of you has to take care of a bedroom... What's your name again?" The young lady pointed a finger at Dilandau.

If he didn't want to kill Allan Schezar so bad he would have probably bitten her finger off right then and there. Instead he smiled 'sweetly' and in the most feminine voice possible said, "Oh, it's Dilania, my dear."

"Well, Dilania, please come with me. I'll show you to the bedroom you'll be working in. The rest of you... just hang out with the maids and they'll show you around."

Dilandau was led through a long hallway up a flight of stairs. They were beautifully decorated with portraits and crests of the family, some dating back to 200 years before his time. They stopped in front of a room with a closed door and the maid opened it and let him in. Once in the room she disappeared, leaving him alone with the inhabitants of the room.

"Are you my new handmaiden?" whispered a female voice from the window. Dilandau looked and found no one there.

"Um... miss? Where are you?"

A pair of hands suddenly grasped the windowsill and pulled a body of a young woman inside the room. She smirked at him and Dilandau almost felt... nauseous? He wasn't quite sure what he felt exactly.

"So you're not an old bag... Well that's a relief!" she sighed in an exasperated tone, "I thought I'd never get anyone my own age to talk to."

Dilandau was a bit confused and simply smiled and nodded. "My name is Dilania," he said. The girl cocked her head to one side.

"Is that so? I... feel like I've met you before... Anyway my name is Celena Schezar, pleased to meet you!"

Schezar. That name burned in his ears. "Are you Allan Schezar's sister?"

The girl nodded and smiled sweetly.

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Dallet's hands were already pruning from the intense amount of water he was being exposed to. His fingers and hands were numb and he could swear that the dirt mark on the white blouse was simply not going away. He turned to Miguel and pouted.

"Why is it that we're doing laundry work when there's a mission to accomplish?!"

"Shh!" Miguel hushed, "You wanna tell the whole Maid's Union about our plan? All we have to do is wait a while and then the plan will go through."

"I sure hope so... I can't take much more of this!"

A/N: well that concludes ch. 2! RR