Disclaimer: Escaflowne belongs to Sunrise and the people in Japan. I do [am quite proud of myself] owe the character Rian Cassimey & Co.
Author's Note: A little tid-bit about this fic. I told Kathleen I'd take up her challenge, and I WILL try to fit all the major characters into the story (but I just HAD to use the word "guymelef", I'm sorry). Basically, I got tired of myself complaining about, er, what happened to MIGEL so I've decided to do something about it!! And voila!
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Ch. 1
Migel watched in morbid fascination as Van blew up his guymelef. Debris splintered onto the street. 'Impossible! How could Van have known where I was?' he thought furiously. Clenching his jaw, the dark-haired dragonslayer limped into a dark alleyway. He looked down at his leg. Blood had soaked through his blue and black uniform pants and he suspected the fall from his guymelef had splintered the femur in his right leg.
"Dilandau is going to kill me for this," Migel whispered under his breath, "just how the hell am I going to explain to him that Van can see through our stealth-cloaks?" He grimly assessed his situation, quickly weighing his options. He had failed to kill Van. He had failed to escape from Fried's capitol city. Damn.
"What am I going to do now? I can't fight with this broken leg." Suddenly, Migel detected a sickly-sweet rotting smell, reminding him of fresh blood. In a moment, a pair of strong icy hands viciously wrapped around his throat, choking off his startled cry. The dragonslayer attempted in vain to pry loose those fastened tentacles, but he could feel himself becoming weaker by the seconds. Black and purple spots swam in his vision. His struggles were useless. As the darkness enveloped his consciousness, his mind formed a single name, Dilandau.
The assassin looked down on the still form of the dragonslayer. This one had been more difficult to kill than his past victims, which he attributed to the boy's military training. Zhongi felt no discomfort in the death of the slayer...after all; master Folken had specified he was to get in and out of Fried without being detected.
"You vould have revealllt my secrrret identity...ve can't have zhat, can ve now?" The doppleganger asked ironically. He rolled the slayer's body deeper into the alley for the city's guards to find in the morning-provided the rats did not get to him first.
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Rian Cassimey stumbled drunkenly through his usual back-alley way, the shortcut to his father's mansion a few blocks away. Rian shook his head as if to clear it, but it only made him feel like he was going to pass out. The local taverns were dull entertainment compared to his usual haunts-but Freidian wine was like nothing he'd ever sampled! By the Gods it was potent! He brushed his curly, fair locks off his face and swallowed hard-and neatly tripped, sprawling onto the hard stone-paved ground.
"What the..." Rian grumbled. Then looked again. His eyes widened and his jaw fell loosely at the sight of a young man, around his own age, lying on the ground unconscious...with a hideously bruised neck. What struck him most was that the young man was definitely not a common ruffian for no commoner could afford to sport leather uniform and boots.
"Probably some noble man's son getting in trouble over some wench. Just hope she was pretty at least." Rian smirked. But despite his stupor, he had enough senses to hoist the unconscious stranger over his back and head toward his father's house.
The look on the butler's face when the young master returned with a dead-weight body slung over his shoulders like a pack of flour was utterly ridiculous.
"Hiya Bashant! Uh, is Mum around?" Rian puffed out, sweating a little from the exertion. The butler raised an eyebrow haughtily.
"Lady Cassimey is with your sister in the drawing room. Shall I...?"
"Yeah, yes! Immediately!"
Before the middle-aged butler could reply, a musical voice cut in. It was the lady of the house.
"Rian, you scoundrel, where have you been? Your father is so angry...my goodness, what has happened to your friend? Never mind, bring him into the antechamber! Lisette, run to your father to bring the physician over! Oh the poor boy!" Lady Cassimey rushed over to the front door and motioned to her son and their butler to bring the unconscious young man in.
Once they were settled and waiting for the doctor, Lady Cassimey sighed and gazed down on Rian's friend's face. 'Such a handsome young lord,' she thought pityingly, 'how ever did he come upon those wounds? Ah, well, he'll be alright now.'
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"How are you feeling son? No don't try to talk just yet. I, I fear that you may not be able to talk for a long time. Your wind-pipe was damaged very badly, it's a miracle that you even survived."
A pair of grayish green eyes regarded the doctor blankly.
"Were you attacked? Please nod if yes." The doctor asked his newest patient. Silence. "Does your family live close to here?" Silence. "Do you...do you remember what happened?" The boy closed his eyes as if trying to block out something. He remembered nothing. Not his name, not his family. He didn't even know what he looked like. But there was something that he had to remember. Something that was vitally important. A name...but one that was just beyond his grasp. Exhausted, the young man drifted back to sleep.
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Author's Note: So! What did you think?? Reviews are so sweet for me [BIG hint]. Let's see, so far I've nailed Zhongi, Dilly, and Migel into the series....it's a start. Come back to see how I've involved ALL the major characters into later chapters (at least that's my ultimate goal.) Tid-bit #2: Celena Schezar will be a major part of "Speak No Evil."
I shall be continuing with "Marlene" (this is the series about how Marlene met Allen-yes, I've got a romantic streak!--and I've completed up to Part 3, Part 4, I'm ah, having some plot problems, but Marlene is personal favorite and I'm very fond of the story, so check it out if you haven't already.)
Author's Note: A little tid-bit about this fic. I told Kathleen I'd take up her challenge, and I WILL try to fit all the major characters into the story (but I just HAD to use the word "guymelef", I'm sorry). Basically, I got tired of myself complaining about, er, what happened to MIGEL so I've decided to do something about it!! And voila!
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Ch. 1
Migel watched in morbid fascination as Van blew up his guymelef. Debris splintered onto the street. 'Impossible! How could Van have known where I was?' he thought furiously. Clenching his jaw, the dark-haired dragonslayer limped into a dark alleyway. He looked down at his leg. Blood had soaked through his blue and black uniform pants and he suspected the fall from his guymelef had splintered the femur in his right leg.
"Dilandau is going to kill me for this," Migel whispered under his breath, "just how the hell am I going to explain to him that Van can see through our stealth-cloaks?" He grimly assessed his situation, quickly weighing his options. He had failed to kill Van. He had failed to escape from Fried's capitol city. Damn.
"What am I going to do now? I can't fight with this broken leg." Suddenly, Migel detected a sickly-sweet rotting smell, reminding him of fresh blood. In a moment, a pair of strong icy hands viciously wrapped around his throat, choking off his startled cry. The dragonslayer attempted in vain to pry loose those fastened tentacles, but he could feel himself becoming weaker by the seconds. Black and purple spots swam in his vision. His struggles were useless. As the darkness enveloped his consciousness, his mind formed a single name, Dilandau.
The assassin looked down on the still form of the dragonslayer. This one had been more difficult to kill than his past victims, which he attributed to the boy's military training. Zhongi felt no discomfort in the death of the slayer...after all; master Folken had specified he was to get in and out of Fried without being detected.
"You vould have revealllt my secrrret identity...ve can't have zhat, can ve now?" The doppleganger asked ironically. He rolled the slayer's body deeper into the alley for the city's guards to find in the morning-provided the rats did not get to him first.
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Rian Cassimey stumbled drunkenly through his usual back-alley way, the shortcut to his father's mansion a few blocks away. Rian shook his head as if to clear it, but it only made him feel like he was going to pass out. The local taverns were dull entertainment compared to his usual haunts-but Freidian wine was like nothing he'd ever sampled! By the Gods it was potent! He brushed his curly, fair locks off his face and swallowed hard-and neatly tripped, sprawling onto the hard stone-paved ground.
"What the..." Rian grumbled. Then looked again. His eyes widened and his jaw fell loosely at the sight of a young man, around his own age, lying on the ground unconscious...with a hideously bruised neck. What struck him most was that the young man was definitely not a common ruffian for no commoner could afford to sport leather uniform and boots.
"Probably some noble man's son getting in trouble over some wench. Just hope she was pretty at least." Rian smirked. But despite his stupor, he had enough senses to hoist the unconscious stranger over his back and head toward his father's house.
The look on the butler's face when the young master returned with a dead-weight body slung over his shoulders like a pack of flour was utterly ridiculous.
"Hiya Bashant! Uh, is Mum around?" Rian puffed out, sweating a little from the exertion. The butler raised an eyebrow haughtily.
"Lady Cassimey is with your sister in the drawing room. Shall I...?"
"Yeah, yes! Immediately!"
Before the middle-aged butler could reply, a musical voice cut in. It was the lady of the house.
"Rian, you scoundrel, where have you been? Your father is so angry...my goodness, what has happened to your friend? Never mind, bring him into the antechamber! Lisette, run to your father to bring the physician over! Oh the poor boy!" Lady Cassimey rushed over to the front door and motioned to her son and their butler to bring the unconscious young man in.
Once they were settled and waiting for the doctor, Lady Cassimey sighed and gazed down on Rian's friend's face. 'Such a handsome young lord,' she thought pityingly, 'how ever did he come upon those wounds? Ah, well, he'll be alright now.'
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"How are you feeling son? No don't try to talk just yet. I, I fear that you may not be able to talk for a long time. Your wind-pipe was damaged very badly, it's a miracle that you even survived."
A pair of grayish green eyes regarded the doctor blankly.
"Were you attacked? Please nod if yes." The doctor asked his newest patient. Silence. "Does your family live close to here?" Silence. "Do you...do you remember what happened?" The boy closed his eyes as if trying to block out something. He remembered nothing. Not his name, not his family. He didn't even know what he looked like. But there was something that he had to remember. Something that was vitally important. A name...but one that was just beyond his grasp. Exhausted, the young man drifted back to sleep.
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Author's Note: So! What did you think?? Reviews are so sweet for me [BIG hint]. Let's see, so far I've nailed Zhongi, Dilly, and Migel into the series....it's a start. Come back to see how I've involved ALL the major characters into later chapters (at least that's my ultimate goal.) Tid-bit #2: Celena Schezar will be a major part of "Speak No Evil."
I shall be continuing with "Marlene" (this is the series about how Marlene met Allen-yes, I've got a romantic streak!--and I've completed up to Part 3, Part 4, I'm ah, having some plot problems, but Marlene is personal favorite and I'm very fond of the story, so check it out if you haven't already.)