Misgivings

A/N: This is a Landis centered fic. I hope it to be only of five chapters. It would do me a great pleasure if you reviewed your thoughts on this.

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Coversation: Weathering of the Winghorde

The dusty tomes from the nearby office of Dr. Tuta sent chills down Landis's spine as he had awoken. His bones were almost healed and the poison was long out of his system. His crimson cue blinked several times as he noticed that it was noon. The light created a murky atmosphere of nurses and Dr. Tuta visiting their patients, leaving him last as usual.

Sitting up in his bed, he felt somewhat weirder than usual, the vertigo going straight to his head, making his head swim. Taking one hand, he clutched his shady brunette-haired head and shook it slightly to get the annoying sickening feeling from his body. He remembered the girl from yesterday and wondered if she really meant to visit him.

His eyes were set upon the closed window near the end of his bed. The dreary winter morning sky swirled around the castle, creating a lulling blanket of twilight. He could sense that outside the window that the snow would come and freeze the underground caverns. That meant that he would have to come up from the caverns and hang around everyone on the topsoil and hopefully be able to get his own room or he'd have to share hopefully with either Gabrielle and the other kids or up in the rafters in the tavern if Anne would let him, or with Hortez VII.

He wondered if his options were worth it at all, then he felt her presence once more. Gabrielle was walking through the hospital wing wearing a different yukata from yesterday that was mostly a dark velvety violet, designs of dragons criss-crossing here and there. Her lavender hair was raised up into a half ponytail and half-down, spreading curls here and there.

"Good afternoon, Landis!!" Her cheery voice called out to him as she walked towards him, holding a blanket wrapped bento just for them. "I brought you some sushi, rice, potsticker, and shogun steak." She told him as she sat down beside his bed in a chair that resembled a slave's stool somewhat with its uniquely simplistic design. "I had Ms. Mamie cook it for us. She's really nice don't you think?"

"Yes, Mamie is nice." He told her, indifferent to Mamie yet for the fact that he did prefer her company too most, at least he got to eat whenever she came. Taking his eye to the food that she had lain out on his lap, he broke the chopsticks and began to eat, listening to Gabrielle as she ate.

Their silence wasn't an uncomfortable one. It was like a one between good friends who had not seen each other for a long time, thinking of what to tell one another in the absence of talk. Her eyes peeked up as she ate another roll of soy sauced sushi. She wanted him to talk what was on his mind. Ignoring the looks of the other patients, he returned her glance at his other eye.

"Why do you hide one of your eyes?" She asked, her inquisitive voice melodic as the strings of violin from a widely known orchestra. His eye flashed dangerously, letting her know that was a slightly touchy subject. She blinked ignoring it and staring at him for his answer. He growled underneath his breath, his canines showing as he frowned.

"I lost it." He seemed reluctant to even talk about how he lost it, even if it piqued her interest completely. Tilting her head as she frowned a little, her curious green eyes seemed to stare through his soul as she reached out with her hand and touched his forearm. Immediately the effects of her spell worked endlessly on him, shifting through his system, comforting and healing him. Though the effects calmed and lasted, her hand retracted back to her bento box.

"It's a dull day isn't it?" Her face glanced towards the dreary cold grey sky outside of the window at the end of his bed. Landis couldn't help but stare at her then towards the sky that she was looking at. He remembered a cold sky like this one. Frowning at his sentiment coming through again, he took his crimson eye away from the sight towards the bento on his lap once more eating it.

"It's not a dull day for you." He told her gruffly. Gabrielle seemed to have the ghost of a smile upon her lips when she looked back to him. Her lavender curls swept up as she moved to the window to look out of it. The winghorder only could blink at her as she placed a tentative hand upon the cold reflection of herself.

"It's going to snow soon, isn't it?" That crimson eye jumped up in reply to her question. A piece of sushi being chewed up slowly in his mouth as he watched her with interest. She acted like she was young but she seemed to have this wiser air around her almost everytime he saw her. In fact she reminded him so much of Zoe-i….that..No, he wouldn't allow himself to think of that.

"Yes. You're holiday is coming in at least a few weeks." He told her absent-mindedly. His own holiday that he loved, Halloween, past about two months before and as a winghorde he didn't allow himself to celebrate any other holiday except perhaps his birthday and the anniversaries that he held dear.

"Are you getting out soon?" She turned back to him, away from the steamed white-framed window to the outside world. The winghorder shrugged. He was hoping to get out soon and go back to the Two Rivers to pay a visit, but otherwise he was not that sure.

"I suppose I'll be out of here soon. Hopefully today since I am done healing." His rough face frowned with his thick lips and his eye glaring at the hospital wing that he was in. He hated the situation he was in; even more he hated hospitals and Mio. Gabrielle smiled towards him, unknowingly dismissing his glare to a particular bad stomachache or something.

"Ms. Mio and Dr. Tuta have been taking care of you so well. Wouldn't you miss staying here where you get fed and visited?" She had asked a question of curiosity; mere curiosity that didn't mean that Landis had to snap as he did. His one eye grew in proportions, eyebrow twitching underneath his hair as his muscles tensed.

"I HATE them! I HATE this whole damned hospital!! I WANT them to die!! I WANT them all to die!! I HATE them!!!! I hate them!!!!! I hate them…." He growled, lunging towards the unmoving Gabrielle. A frown wrought upon her countenance as Mio and Tuta had looked up from their work to see Landis shoot forward towards Gabrielle with his claw-like hands.

"It's okay to hate those that help you, Sid." Her voice sounded much older and her eyes glistened with the green dew of generations before her. Once he was within arm reach, he bounced off of an invisible wall around her. His eyes were wide open in disbelief as he was shot back into his bed by the guarding wall around her.

"What the HELL?!?!?!?" He screamed as she walked towards him unflinchingly, eyes resting upon his confused and hurt brow. A thousand needles seemed to break through his skin as if they were taking his cells apart one by one. The pain was unbelievable to his mind's eye. His heart leaped in his throat, as he knew this was death. This was what he wished for so much!!

Grinning like mad, He began laughing crazily, fangs shimmering in the dusky brazier light that was in the hospital wing. Gabrielle could. only grin at him as she picked up the bento from floor. Mio and Tuta were hurrying to get syringes and tranquilizers for her protection, which she knew that she didn't need, Sid would not hurt her at all.

"Now, come to your senses, Sid." She told him, gently placing a hand on his pale skin. Her ghostly hands spreading the calming effect once more through him. He was fighting against it. She felt the strain of her power connect to his cells spreading a calming feeling to surpass the earlier feeling of the thousand needle points as Dr. Tuta and Nurse Mio looked on as Landis began breathing calmly as if he were asleep.

"That's a good boy." Gabrielle smiled gently, her tentative hand from the cold window, smoothed his eyebrow graciously, causing her touch to seem like a godsend from the earlier hell. His breath rose and fell evenly, his eye resting upon her form in partial awe and the other in a placid calming anger. His pale skin was clammy to the touch as his chest rose and fell away, his hands clutching at the bedsheets beneath them. He would not subdue to her magic!!!!

"It's okay. No one is going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice lulled his senses as the medical staff surrounded her in question at her antics. "One day, you'll be happy again." Her countenance contained a small childish smile, sporting her victory only little. "I'll be here for you." Her voice sounded different than when she had initially began to talk to him.

"What happened?!" Nurse Mio asked, exclaiming in shock. Her brown eyes latching themselves to Gabrielle's form, that was brushing his brow with her tenacious pale cold hands, a frown marring her face from the usual child-like countenance. The girl looked up towards Mio, her dark mysterious eyes blinking in confusion, the thin hand she placed to soothe massaging his brow continued despite the distraction to her eyes.

"He had a particularly bad tummy ache!! He got a little angry but his tantrum is over!! See?" She smiled her brightest, sweetest smile then pointedly looked over towards the somewhat flushing Landis. Her voice so child-like from the deeper calming one he had heard from her was a surprise, besides the fact that she was teasing the greatest winghorder ever!!!

"Are you sure?" Tuta asked solemnly, his dark eyes scanning her and her form. He noticed that she bore three runes. Three runes were a lot for someone her age except for one who was trained in the military. His dark eyes silently accepted her quiet regal air, shrugging a slight cold warning away from the back of his head, and walked away back to his other questioning patients.

Mio stood there a few minutes to make sure that the winghorder would not attack the little girl. Satisfied for now, she walked off to where Tuta was helping with one of the army's medical staff. Gabrielle sighed, shaking vivacious lockes to her back, the bento back in her hands. Landis sat up slowly so as to not get the earlier feeling of vertigo he had felt again.

"Who are you?" He asked underneath his breath. There was hardly anyone who dared to cross him as she was doing. Her calm appearance, child-like effectual and very stoic temperament reminded him of the stoic ninja, Ayame. Elbows propped up on the edge of his bed, Gabrielle smiled, effectively making him feel slightly guilty of trying to harm her, but then again, he liked seeing the horror upon such angelic faces though she didn't scream or anything when he lunged.

"I thought I told you. I'm Gabrielle." Another quick-timed smile towards his glowering appearance allowed her the time to think for a minute. A tentative finger wrapped a piece of purple hair around its edge and twirled with the strength of a teenager. Her eyes, placid green as they were, flashed to a bright lime as she pouted silently, contemplating for a minute. "I think you need to think who you are."

"Wha?" His mouth opened wide, a gaping hole filled with rather sharp and dangerous-looking teeth, saliva dripping from the pallet and the pink tough tongue on which he spoke. She nodded to emphasize her point. The long strand of curly lavender still twisting upon the finger in abundance as she smiled, an all-knowing smile that could make his blood boil heavily.

"As I said, who are you? Are you Landis? Are you Sid? What are you? What makes you you?" She explained it to him, chewing on a piece of sushi, the seaweed green texture roughly hitting the side eof her cheek making it bulge to the effect of a chipmunk eating a nut. The childish rosy cheeks expanded and imploded as she swallowed her last sushi piece, the taste of the particular fish sticking well in her mind. Tuna sushi was well appreciated and very well loved by her family.

"I am a winghorder once named Sid and am instead named Landis. I am a winghorder under the work of my mother, the Grim Reaper." If he could, he would've laughed the same way he did to everyone else instead he didn't. He watched her at the side of his bed, patiently listening to him, a pair of chopsticks in her hands, deeply reminding him of the table he would sit at in the Two Rivers. Patience she had, but anger he wanted to let out.

"What is a winghorde?" Her question came out of curiosity, a mere point to think about. She didn't really know about winghorders except what her parents had told her about when they were in the Dunan Army. Tilting her head in thought, she looked up at Sid expectantly. Sid felt his face sear in half, a pin shook his body as he wanted so much to take that simmering pot of boiling anger upon her pretty face but he knew only even one time, that she would be prepared for him everytime and repulse him back to the bed with the same effect in him as before.

"Go away." He growled underneath his breath. Gabrielle's hair seemed to flatter her sadness at being told to go away. She nodded obediently, much like a servant, putting her chopsticks down into the bento, the lid closing with a sound smack, her diligent hands working on the knot for the handkerchief. All the while, Landis glared at her full-heartedly, cold dark hate falling onto her poor little form, seemed to rack her body with pure tentative caring even more. His gruesomely chilling one-eyed stare watched her every joint move, such watching that one would seem he was obsessing over her leaving.

"Leave me!" He exclaimed softly so that Mio and Tuta would not hear. The girl's body made of steel and stubbornness didn't move any faster than if she were deliberately willing to take her time soaking in the chilled glare of hate making the glare become a food supply for her. The second bento was soon wrapped up, and her sandals were on as she lifted herself from the hard wooden servant's stool. Lifting herself up, diligently, seeming to think her made of glass or rather trying to make an impressive show to the hatred directed at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow when you get out of the hospital all right?" He blinked at her. The white and red ball surrounded that one eye stretching wide till his iris. She still wanted to talk to him? A dark coiling tongue licked his mouth, brown sandy hair sticking to the lips as he closed them. The girl stood awaiting his graciously awaited answer.

"Whatever." He told her simply. She smiled another one of those all-knowing smiles, ones that could piss off the calmest people around. He watched her with the intensity of a monster upon its prey, a wonderful fleshy prey that was willing to come back into the spider's lair repeatedly. Daring, challenging him to get her, to get the morsel that was so willingly walking into his den of evil, to grasp such pureness and launch his teeth into her flesh, biting, tearing, feeling the husky rolling scent of metallic blood pour from her wounds that he inflicted.

"Okay, it's a date." She nodded, unaware of the fantasy hidden beneath his mask of heated hate and walked out of the medical hospital without looking back and without running. She wasn't afraid and that he was ready to want to kill, a respectable kill like he would do to that ninja and to the four that he would kill with a team or by himself.

Once she left, he felt his mind going back to those sick depriving thoughts of cannibalism. It made him hate at what he had become. He was a high-ranked winghorder! He was not supposed to be indulging himself in such dark thoughts!! Even the dark hybrids had a limit to their evil and scary ways of living which tended to be at cannibalism, as it were a sign of becoming a monster, pedophilias, necrophiliacism, and rape of any sort, were looked down upon and often ended making the winghorder become dead by the high courts of Hades.

He looked over to the cannibalistic thoughts running across his mind, a sujectatory rape of sorts as he thought over and over of the same scene with the same pure angelic blood flowing down his face, through his lips, dripping from his fangs and his tongue just licking it all up from her wounds, the arteries still left to spurt more and more into his waiting mouth as he chewed still on a bit of fresh decaying fingers, hands so delicate and wonderful to eat into his body with his sharp angular teeth.

Shaking his head, he raised his hands to where his own veins pulsed brilliantly if one looked close enough, the rough callused fingers brushing against the faintest feel of the leathery hard-worked wings that were wrapped around his body in warmth and protection. The soft fleshy feel of the dark black wings seemed to be off, but in truth that was the winghorde's lifeblood and his most fatal area to be hit at. His veins were there and they would bleed his eternal flowing river of crimson through his body unless something broke a hole through them completely obliterating at least one whole wing.

That would not be an easy thing to try to go against since he had made his wings very tough and defensive especially since they held his life for which he once held a grand care to if one could believe the ludicrisity of it all. Looking over to Mio and Tuta, his growling became obvious to himself. This whole while he had been growling like some trapped animal in a cage. Well, to him it was a cage that should be wrought out for his dark freedom.

Mio had noticed when she turned to get some more of the medical I.V. kits that the small childish girl had left. Her feet took her over by the winghorder immediately, more in amusement than to make sure he was all right. The nurse knew that she didn't really care for Landis at all, and always felt slightly ashamed by it since she was supposed to care for everyone, but Landis was that one exception.

"Mr. Landis, how are you feeling today?" Her chirpy voice quickly going into its natural caring mode. His one eye looked up from his thoughts as he smoothed out his wriggling wings to keep them under control. The same soft brown eyes seemed to blink for a response that she was used to. When he didn't answer as he usually did, either with spite or coldness, she tilted her head in slight teasing. "Cat got your tongue, Mr. Landis?"

"Fuck off, Nursie."

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/(/_^)) Cute Landis!!!! Anyway, I haven't been able to update as often as I wish since I have a horrible Aol connection. Yes, Aohell sucks some major ass.

My goal with this chapter? I really dun no. I think it is to get him thinking what a winghorder really is. The more cultural stuff will be in the next three chapters when he goes away to a savored place. Gabrielle will be explained later on probably during the fifth chapter. ^^;; I really hope you liked this!! I tried my best to keep in character, which isn't too hard, just a little hard.

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