Chapter 6: Changes

The following day Setsuna went down to the gym to train with Dilandau. She walked into the isolated room where her lessons were usually held. "You're late." He said to her coldly.

"Sorry," Setsuna apologized and unsheathed her sword. She avoided looking him in the eyes. She was angry beyond belief. However, unlike him, she suppressed her rage. Even though she felt like slicing him int oa million pieces from head to toe.

As the lesson and training went on, Setsuna began to notice something. Dilandau seemed to have changed. What's with him? She wondered. What does he have to be mad about? No one thinks he's a slut. Her eyes narrowed and she tightened her grip on her katana.

After a small duel he finally cracked and burst out in anger. "You stupid woman! Did you forget how to handle a sword! You're a disgrace!" Setsuna swallowed hard as she tried to hold back her tears. "You don't charge aggressively enough!" He barked at her again. The more he yelled, the more she failed to do her best.

It brought back so many memories. Horrible memories. Memories of he father beating her for the most mundane things. He would find a reason to yell and abuse her. Dilandau's yelling brought those memories back. She had tried to suppress them and forget them ever since she first arrived on this new world, Gaea.

"I don't think you would do any better if you had someone yelling at you!" Setsuna yelled back at him ready to burst into tears. Angry with her tone of voice, he smacked her hard across the face. A few tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. Quickly she sheathed her sword and ran out of the gym without saying a word. More memories flooded her mind. She clutched her cheek in pain as she continued to run.

Dilandau just stood in the middle of the room looking satisfied. That'll teach her for talking back to me, he thought to himself as he sheathed his sword with sense of satisfaction.

Miguel watched Setsuna run down the hallway in a hurry and took quick notice of the tears. He turned around and followed her back to her room. He went to knock but was hesitant when he heard something hit a wall and smash. He waited a few seconds to knock. When he did knock, there was no reply.

I feel so used, so violated, and after I had given myself to him? This is what he does to me! Setsuna thought between sobs. Oh God, why do I have to be tortured like this why? What did I ever do? She thought to herself some more as her sobbing began to cease.

Miguel punched in a code on the keypad and door slid open. He entered the room slowly and quietly. There he saw her laying on her bed with her head dug into her pillow. A sudden sense of pity over came him as he watched her sob into the pillow. After the door slid closed he made his way over towards her slowly.

"Setsuna, are you all right?" Miguel asked not knowing what else to say. At the sound of his voice, her head shot up and she stared at him confused and bewildered. "What's wrong?" Quickly she wiped away her tears and sat up. "What happened? You can tell me." Setsuna smiled slightly.

"He . . . he . . . he hit me . . ." She managed to say. "I don't know what happened to him. He was so different yesterday but then, this. What the hell did I do? I'm the one who should have been hitting him! I have a reason…" A few more tears rolled down her face. Miguel sat down beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, it's alright, he tends to do that. He was probably in a bad mood any ways." She glared at him.

"A bad mood? You got to be kidding me. And let me guess, yesterday he was in a good mood." She said to him sarcastically. "I never want to have to see him again." She added quietly. Not after that…She shivered slightly as she relived the moment. Her cheek throbbed with an all too familiar pain.

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do! He has to train me Miguel. And until my training's over, I'll have to see him every single fucking day!" Setsuna prepared herself for another emotional break down. Miguel rubbed her back for comfort. She rested her head on his shoulder and cried into it.

"I'm sure if you ask Lord Folken, he could get someone else to train you." She removed her head from his shoulder and wiped away her tears. In her face Miguel could see a light of hope.

"You-you think he would be able to that?" He nodded and a smile grew on her face. "Can we go right now?" She asked him eagerly.

"Sure, I guess so." Miguel answered as he stood up and headed for the door with her following not too far behind.

He led her to Folken's office where he then knocked on the door and went in after the door slid open before them. Miguel stood by the doorway while Setsuna went and sat down on a chair in front of a large desk.

"What is it Setsuna?" Folken asked with his gentle voice.

"I . . .I want a new trainer." She told him shyly.

"And why would that be?" Folken asked both curious and concerned.

"Well, Dilandau, we…I don't feel comfortable around him." Setsuna felt like she could break down again. Folken sat there deep in thought. He knew of the real reason. News traveled fast on the vione. It was practially impossible to have a private life. There was always someone watching someone.

"All right then, you shall have a new trainer." A smile grew on her face. "Your new trainer will be Miguel Labariel." He said and looked at Miguel who was shocked.

"Thank you so much Lord Folken. It really means a lot to me." She smiled softly at him and left with Miguel who was still in shock. Lord Dilandau is going to kill me…He thought to himself as he left the room.