Dearka & Miriallia
Author's Note: Hi there everyone. Apology for the late update, but I did update some stuff on Thursday and Friday (smiles). I added all of the current fan arts from Angel of Dreams and used Photoshop to color them all as well. Then I began work on re-vamping the first few chapters to this style along with working on the final timeline. I'm not sure when the next update will be with how I'm feeling right now. I'm really worn out and I have this need to fix all the chapters to the new form and re-make the full versions on my website along with finally uploading the character lists for all my new characters and the timeline (Yes I realize it's completely OCD of me). Then I'm away this weekend again (Yay, I love summer so many places to go and things to do). Hugs to all of you! Thanks again for the support everyone!
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Divulgence
Miriallia sat in the cockpit of the Valor looking over its' systems. The machine needed some work from its' previous encounter and she was finally starting to feel well enough to work on it. She watched the screens flashing the information she was entering and double-checked it against the current system.
"Seems like everything is compatible," she thought as she focused on the project at hand.
"You feeling any better?" Stings' voice floated through the air from the ground below.
Miriallia looked up from the display in front of her to lock her sights on the young man below.
"Seems like," she replied with slight sarcasm.
"Just checking. You were really sick during dinner so I wanted to make sure you were doing better," he replied.
"I'm fine," she stated with a little coldness to her voice.
Sting shook his head at her and began to walk toward the Chaos to do some work of his own. Miriallia watched as he walked away before going back to what she was working on.
"What is it with him? He's so overprotective. I can take care of myself," she thought as the bad-tempered side of her rang out.
It was no surprise to anyone that Miriallia was becoming a little snippy these days. She had a day of peace and tranquility the day before when she went to have dinner with Sting, but once again she was an emotional rollercoaster ride that even the technicians and mechanics feared. Her happy disposition had changed dramatically overnight and most of the mechanics were now keeping far away from the Valor unless called upon.
It seemed as thought day in and day out the nausea she was feeling was affected her duties as a soldier and she was still working through quite a bit of fatigue. Her entire body ached and she couldn't even count how many showers she had taken in the past week, but her skin felt dry and irritated from it all. Unfortunately it was all she could do to keep herself from completely losing her mind with how uncomfortable she was feeling. Her hand found her way to her womb and she rubbed it softly.
"I just wish I knew where you came from. There has to be someone out there that is waiting for us, doesn't there? Or maybe we already lost your daddy and that's the horrible tragedy that I've blocked out and I'm unable to remember. Either way, I'm going to figure it out and Neo is going to be the last person to stop me," she thought before sighing and continuing with her calculations.
Februarius PLANT, Elsman Mansion…
Dearka stopped in his tracks when his father yelled his name. His hands were now rolled into fists by his sides and the look on his face would have scared most of his colleagues, but not his parents. He turned to glare at both of them again and saw the look on his mothers' face. It seemed as though she was completely heartbroken, which disturbed Dearka quite a bit. But he couldn't give in. He was Annabella's father and it was his life to live now. He couldn't let them control him any longer.
When he left for the war three years ago, he thought he had finally freed himself from the control his family had over him. He truly thought he had broken free from his father with that final fight when he walked out the door and signed up for the military. But, he should have known better. If he had known then, what he knew now about his parents, he would have never left Miriallia to return to the PLANTs.
"I left her to see them and to help out the homeland. Why was I so naïve to think the entire time I was gone, I was in control of my own life," he thought still fuming.
His parents stood there staring at him as he turned his head away again. His father was more upset now than he had been all afternoon. Finally, Tad Elsman was being true to form. He walked over to Dearka and grabbed his shoulder and roughly twisted his son around to face him.
"I thought I told you to sit down!" he yelled in his face.
Dearka's eyes narrowed on his father. A fire was burning brightly in his lavender eyes making his mother slightly uncomfortable now.
"What has happened to my little boy?" she thought distraught.
"You can't order me around anymore dad! I'm not a child and I can make my own decisions!" Dearka yelled back.
Before he could even flinch his father backhanded him across the face. The force of the hit pushed Dearka sideways a few steps.
"What are you doing?" his mother screamed when she saw how hard her husband had hit their son.
The feeling of his father's knuckles meeting his cheekbone was causing indescribable pain. Dearka's hand moved over his right cheek as he regained his composure and standing up to face his father once again.
"So is that your answer to this whole thing? Beat me down until I submit to your will?" he asked sarcastically.
His fathers' hand flew across the air to meet Dearka's face once again. This time Dearka was able to catch it before his father could make contact.
"You should think twice before using the same move on me," Dearka said squeezing his father's wrist.
"Dearka, Tad, stop this!" his mother screamed with tears falling from her own lavender eyes.
"And you aren't one to talk mom," Dearka stated coldly at his mother for her earlier smack across the back of his head.
His father struggled to release his wrist from his son's grip, but only caused Dearka to tighten his hold. The two stared each other down until Dearka spoke again.
"Maybe it's time for you two to sit down and listen to what I have to say for once," Dearka suggested.
His grip released and his father began to rub the bruised wrist with his uninjured hand. Dearka never raised his hand to his reddened face after the first time and as much as it hurt, he wouldn't give his father the satisfaction.
Slowly his mother moved back to her seat and quietly placed herself down as she would when having important company over for refreshments. His father, still rubbing his wrist made his way back over to his own chair and sat in a less graceful manner.
"I'm warning you Dearka, you had better say what I want to hear or so help me God, I will cut you out of this family for good," his father bared his fangs at his son.
Dearka's eyes narrowed once again. He hadn't expected his father to be so blatantly threatening. Especially since the afternoon started off with his mother attacking him while his father calmly assessed the situation.
"I guess things are back to the way they always are here," he thought before taking another deep breath to speak his mind.
"Then I guess you're going to have to cut me out of this family, because I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear," he replied nonchalantly.
His mother put her head in her hands and began crying again. In any other situation, Dearka would have re-worded his statements to ease his mother's tears, but this time he couldn't do it.
"As I said before, Belle is my little girl with a woman other than Cadey. The fact is I made a promise to that woman to return to her after I finished with my duties here on the PLANTs. I never expected to come home to an arranged marriage. I don't love Cadey. I never have and I never will. In fact, I don't even care about protecting our family name anymore by going through with such a ridiculous agreement. It's just a name and Belle is a person, my daughter to be exact. I'll protect her from anyone and that includes the two of you," Dearka continued speaking to his parents without moving from his spot near the door.
"So are you telling me that you agreed to this marriage for the sake of our family name and then you knowingly went behind Cadey's back making a fool of her to be with this other woman?" his father asked fuming.
"I didn't go behind Cadey's back and I didn't even know about Belle until recently. She was…the result of my last night with that woman before I returned to the PLANTs," Dearka tried to explain.
"You were only seventeen, what were you thinking?" his mother yelled.
"We already know what he was thinking dear," his father used his own form of sarcasm.
Dearka shook his head at the two of them as the sun began setting over Februarius dimming the light in the room.
"The fact is, I loved Miriallia then and I love her now and I love Belle just as much. I'm not ashamed of what happened between us and I'm not going to be miserable for the rest of my life to make the two of you look good when there is someone out there that loves me just as much," Dearka began pleading his case.
"She's a Natural. Isn't that right Dearka?" Tad's voice rang clear.
His mother looked over with shock in her eyes. Out of all the things for her husband to say without proof, this had to be one of the worst.
"You can't be serious Tad. Dearka would never find himself with some Natural girl. Those were the very people he was fighting against. That's absurd," his mother said in disbelief.
"Why else wouldn't he have mentioned her from the beginning? The truth is you were ashamed and couldn't even admit it to yourself. If she had been a Coordinator, he would have fought us tooth and nail behind closed doors before we ever re-introduced him to the Whites'," his father continued.
"No, that can't be," she said looking up to her son. "Tell us that isn't true Dearka!"
"Yes, tell us it isn't true," his father coaxed.
The air felt heavier now and his heart had almost skipped a beat when his father accused him of being ashamed. Maybe he was a little. He hadn't even been able to tell Yzak about Miriallia and they were best friends. He knew how his parents would react and even felt that if word got out at the time, it would have destroyed his father's position as a Council Member.
"I…" Dearka started still thinking his father's words through.
"Weren't you held captive by those Naturals and then ended up fighting with the resistance forces on the Eternal? That's what we were all told, right? But maybe you never left the legged ship. Maybe the truth is that you did fight as a resistance fighter, but not for the resistance forces of the PLANTs," his father analyzed events from the previous war.
"I can't believe that!" his mother screamed.
"It's the only thing that makes sense. Look at your son, he's speechless. You didn't think I would catch on to the truth through that web of lies the others helped protect you with," Tad stated smugly, yet still upset.
"If they put up a web of lies to protect someone, it was to protect the two of you, not me," Dearka said feeling partially defeated.
He didn't know how to react. Everything his father said was true. The worst part is, he hadn't thought that was the reason he never spoke up about Miriallia. He vaguely remembered trying to say something to his mother and then decided against it. He didn't know why then, but now it all made sense. What his father said really was how he felt and there was no way to deny it.
"Perhaps, but you did it too. You probably never thought you would see that girl again. You were too ashamed to mention her and you agreed to an arranged marriage with another Coordinator. And now you come back with a baby in your arms and say you still love this Natural girl. How can you really say you are in love if you left her standing there waiting for you with no intention of returning to her," his father so cruelly noted.
"I intended to return, didn't I?" Dearka questioned in a whisper.
"What was that Dearka? I couldn't hear you. Are you second-guessing yourself?" his father continued.
Dearka was now looking down at the floor with eyes glazed over with confusion. Their watery depths waved with uncertainty.
"Tad, stop it, please. He's been through enough. Let's just take care of this and pull our family back together before we make any of the gossip vines," Mrs. Elsman begged.
Dearka clenched his fists by his sides breaking through the hesitation his father made him encounter.
"Maybe you're right dad. Maybe I was ashamed at the time, but I'm not now and I won't run away again. I won't leave her behind. Whether you like it or not, I love her and I am going to be with her and only her. And yes, it's true that I never left the Archangel after they freed me. I stayed onboard and fought alongside them. I didn't want any of them to die, especially not Miriallia. If what you want is to protect the family name, then just let me go and I won't bother you again. I'll disappear so mom's precious friends won't learn of what happened and make her the top of their gossip lists and I won't be in your way when your position on the Council comes around again dad. I just wanted you to meet Belle. I thought you deserved to know about her and now I'm sorry that I brought her here today," Dearka said as he began to open the large double doors to the room.
He walked out into the foyer and looked up the massive staircase as he let out a huge breath of air.
"I think we've overstayed our welcome," Dearka said turning to see his parents' following him out of the room.
"Yes, you have," his father said narrowing his eyes on him.
"Dearka, please don't leave like this. Not over some Natural girl," his mother begged.
Dearka shook his head at his mother's prejudice against Naturals. To think he had once been just like her. His father had moved around him and was now standing in between him and the marble staircase that led up to the second floor where his bedroom was located and his little girl was resting.
"Dad move," Dearka warned.
"You were right about one thing Dearka. You will disappear from this family, but that little girl isn't going anywhere with you," his father warned.
Dearka turned when he heard familiar footsteps running into the room. His mother gasped at the incident that was about to occur.
"Security dad? You have got to be kidding. You're going to sic them on me or something?" Dearka asked mockingly.
"I warned you Dearka that you had better say what I wanted to hear. You didn't and now you are no longer a part of this family. But if you thought I would let you disgrace us even in your absence, you are sadly mistaken. I want him off of this property boys," his father said with an icy tone.
With that, Tad grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her from the room as she struggled to see one last glimpse of her son.
"Just let me get my daughter guys and I'll leave without causing a scene," Dearka said as they began to surround him.
"Sorry, but you heard your father. You are the only one leaving this property today, so either you walk out the door, or we'll force you out," the head security guard threatened.
"I don't want to fight you, but I will if you try to keep me from my daughter," Dearka threatened back.
With that said, more security personnel entered the room making the numbers look overwhelming. Dearka knew at that point he was all talk. There was no way he could stand up to twenty-five security guards.
"Great, now what? Guess I can't back down now," Dearka thought feeling the odds stack against him.
Dearka put his hands up in true martial arts fashion and began to fight his way through a few of them. But before too long, he was overwhelmed by their numbers and knocked unconscious by one of the blows to his head.
"Belle," he whispered as he fell into a comatose-like state.
End
Author's Preview: Dearka faces off with the parents. And he thought dealing with Mr. Haw was rough. Please read and review for me so I can continue on my happy way.
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