A/N I'm not going to smoke out Allen's hair yet, I'll think I'll leave
that for a very special occasion. Meanwhile something has been done to his
hair, I think you can guess what. Oh and of course Morgana is evil. Enjoy
the new chappie!
Chapter Seven
Positively Poison
When Allen woke up that morning, he was lying in his bed. His eyes widened in surprise. What the- how the hell did he get here? He got up quickly, looking around with a frown on his face.
No way was it a dream. The Dragonslayers were in his room last night. He wasn't going crazy, not he, the great Allen Schazaer. But his room was spotless. There was no sign of there having been any struggle. Normally Dilandau left went out of his way to destroy everything that belonged to Allen (even then the his crew didn't believe that the Dragonslayers were stalking him). But no, there was no destruction.
Allen shook his head. Wow, maybe he had another nightmare. Damn, that would be the second time this week! Sighing he went over to his desk and got his beloved bottle of shampoo. He needed to shower.
"Oh, I hate this subtle torture." Dilandau moaned. "He probably won't even guess it's us.
"That's the beauty of it," Celena explained. "He'll think he's having all these nightmares about us then when he wakes up, strange things will happen to him. Because he doesn't actually think we're there, he won't be expecting us in Freid. Then BOOM! He gets his big surprise."
"Good thinking," Dilandau said in praise. "You're truly a valuable member of this team."
"I've been studying," Celena said, gesturing to a pile of books on the floor.
Dilandau went over to inspect them. "Hm, the 'Book of Evil I', seems interesting. Hey I have this one, 'Cutting Edge Sword techniques', we have another thing in common there."
"I have the whole 'Volume of Evil Collection' in my room." Celena told him. "I've been thinking of starting my own library."
"Very clever." Dilandau commented.
There was a knock on Dilandau's door. "Enter...if you dare." Dilandau called out.
The door opened and Chesta came in. "Sir, we have just received word that Allen has entered his bathing area."
Dilandau and Celena grinned in a not so innocent way.
"Oh and Sir, Emperor Donkirk has given each of us a new gift." Chesta threw a small black rectangular object each to Celena and Dilandau.
Dilandau examined it carefully. It was some sort of machine.
"What is it?" Celena asked.
Chesta looked at the two of them solemnly. "A camera."
"She was so strange Van, she wouldn't stop staring at me! Surely you saw it?"
Van nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she probably sensed your power. Don't worry though; I'm sure she won't harm us in anyway. I've done business with people like her before. Don't be threatened because what she does may not always be legal."
Hitomi bit her lip, holding back a reply. Van was being so naïve. Morgana was up to something, she could tell that much. She would just have to be on her guard...
"I wonder what the others are up to at this moment?" Hitomi said aloud. "Hey, do you think Gaddes and Eries are together yet?"
"Nah," Van replied. "Gaddes is a little too shy to ask Eries. He'll gain courage eventually," he said confidently.
"Wow Van, that is really perceptive of you," Hitomi marvelled. "Is that because you did that once?"
"Um, no, but I was planning to do that...eventually," Van offered, looking a little bashful.
"Anyone I know?" Hitomi asked mischievously.
Van blushed. "Maybe," he muttered.
Merle was sitting in the meeting room of the Crusade with the others, a gag over her mouth. The others had gagged her last night when she had 'accidentally' shouted out a comment to Dilandau and his gang. She couldn't help it; the advice was just too good not to give. Now all of them were sitting here waiting to see what had happen to Allen last night. The Dragonslayers had informed them of their new subtle approach. Some thought the idea hilarious; others were slightly disappointed but willing to participate still. Hey, it was worth it.
"Ooh, the suspense is killing me! Millerna moaned, wringing her hands anxiously. Why is he taking ages?"
"You speak too soon sister," Eries replied calmly, sipping her tea gracefully. A door opened and Eries looked up. CRASH! The cup of tea smashed on the floor as Eries stared in utter amazement.
Everyone's heads whipped round. They gaped. They stared. They marvelled. Merle began chuckling in a muffled way from behind her gag. In a split second everyone else was falling about, clutching his or her sides in laughter. Allen glowered at them.
"What in Gaea is so funny?" he demanded.
Gaddes sat up, wiping away a tear of laughter. "Yo Boss, I think your shampoo may have been a little out of date."
There were snickers and chuckles at this.
Allen looked at him suspiciously. "What... are... you... talking...about?" he said slowly.
Kio and Gaddes slowly guided him to the hatch door where the shiny surfaced reflected his appearance.
Allen gaped. He screamed. He yelled. What in Gaea had happened to his hair?! It was...PINK!!! Bright, neon, luminous pink! Not pink like Millerna's dress but a bright pink! His beautiful golden locks were ruined! Loud sobs escaped him. In his uncontrollable terror Allen tripped and crashed into something. He got hurt. He passed out. Everyone laughed.
There were flashes of yellow light from outside the ship. Eries frowned. "Is it thundering already?"
"I hope everyone is taking pictures," Dilandau called out in a singing voice. "This is one great scoop!"
Guimel muttered under his breath. "I don't see why Celena gets to have the camcorder thingy majiggy."
"Because she has good eye co- ordination." Dilandau said reasonably. "I hope you got all that Celena, Emperor Donkirk is expecting some good entertainment."
Celena chuckled. "Let's just say now I know what zoom in means. He he he..."
Van was so sure that Morgana wouldn't try anything, why would she after all? He had given her what she wanted. But Morgana wanted more and she knew exactly how she was going to get it.
She walked silently down the deserted corridors, a vindictive smile playing on her face. Ahead of her large moving shadows cast disoriented shadows upon the walls. The sound of metal clanging echoed through the corridor. Something hard landed on the floor with a thud.
"Hah, I win again sister. I truly am the luckiest girl in Gaea."
Eryia glared at her sister from her sprawled position. "You don't have to brag about it." Her ears twitched as she detected something. "Someone's coming."
"I'm already here," Morgana said softly from the doorway, a knowing smile on her face.
Eryia and Naria hissed silently both assuming fighting stances. Her! What was SHE doing here?
"I see you two haven't changed a bit." Morgana said mockingly.
"I see you haven't either," Naria replied, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Morgana laughed softly. Too softly. "You are wrong kitty cat. I've changed a lot. You don't want to get me mad."
Naria snarled and was about to launch herself at that witch when she was alerted to another presence in the room. "F-Folken?"
He stepped forward from the shadows. "Naria, Eryia is this how you act in the presence of a superior being?"
Gritting their teeth, the two cat girls bowed low on the floor, eyes stinging in rage. "Lord Folken we are sorry."
"Morgana," Folken said smoothly, taking the lady's hand and kissing it lightly. "What brings you to Zaibach?"
Morgana sighed, as if she had been suffering from some great loss. "I want the dragon Folken. Not just the dragon. I want dragon boy too."
Folken raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really, is that so? May I enquire why?"
Morgana smiled with relish. "Folken dear, you know very well why. He's a king, not just any king but King of Fanelia. And I have great plans for him."
Chapter Seven
Positively Poison
When Allen woke up that morning, he was lying in his bed. His eyes widened in surprise. What the- how the hell did he get here? He got up quickly, looking around with a frown on his face.
No way was it a dream. The Dragonslayers were in his room last night. He wasn't going crazy, not he, the great Allen Schazaer. But his room was spotless. There was no sign of there having been any struggle. Normally Dilandau left went out of his way to destroy everything that belonged to Allen (even then the his crew didn't believe that the Dragonslayers were stalking him). But no, there was no destruction.
Allen shook his head. Wow, maybe he had another nightmare. Damn, that would be the second time this week! Sighing he went over to his desk and got his beloved bottle of shampoo. He needed to shower.
"Oh, I hate this subtle torture." Dilandau moaned. "He probably won't even guess it's us.
"That's the beauty of it," Celena explained. "He'll think he's having all these nightmares about us then when he wakes up, strange things will happen to him. Because he doesn't actually think we're there, he won't be expecting us in Freid. Then BOOM! He gets his big surprise."
"Good thinking," Dilandau said in praise. "You're truly a valuable member of this team."
"I've been studying," Celena said, gesturing to a pile of books on the floor.
Dilandau went over to inspect them. "Hm, the 'Book of Evil I', seems interesting. Hey I have this one, 'Cutting Edge Sword techniques', we have another thing in common there."
"I have the whole 'Volume of Evil Collection' in my room." Celena told him. "I've been thinking of starting my own library."
"Very clever." Dilandau commented.
There was a knock on Dilandau's door. "Enter...if you dare." Dilandau called out.
The door opened and Chesta came in. "Sir, we have just received word that Allen has entered his bathing area."
Dilandau and Celena grinned in a not so innocent way.
"Oh and Sir, Emperor Donkirk has given each of us a new gift." Chesta threw a small black rectangular object each to Celena and Dilandau.
Dilandau examined it carefully. It was some sort of machine.
"What is it?" Celena asked.
Chesta looked at the two of them solemnly. "A camera."
"She was so strange Van, she wouldn't stop staring at me! Surely you saw it?"
Van nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she probably sensed your power. Don't worry though; I'm sure she won't harm us in anyway. I've done business with people like her before. Don't be threatened because what she does may not always be legal."
Hitomi bit her lip, holding back a reply. Van was being so naïve. Morgana was up to something, she could tell that much. She would just have to be on her guard...
"I wonder what the others are up to at this moment?" Hitomi said aloud. "Hey, do you think Gaddes and Eries are together yet?"
"Nah," Van replied. "Gaddes is a little too shy to ask Eries. He'll gain courage eventually," he said confidently.
"Wow Van, that is really perceptive of you," Hitomi marvelled. "Is that because you did that once?"
"Um, no, but I was planning to do that...eventually," Van offered, looking a little bashful.
"Anyone I know?" Hitomi asked mischievously.
Van blushed. "Maybe," he muttered.
Merle was sitting in the meeting room of the Crusade with the others, a gag over her mouth. The others had gagged her last night when she had 'accidentally' shouted out a comment to Dilandau and his gang. She couldn't help it; the advice was just too good not to give. Now all of them were sitting here waiting to see what had happen to Allen last night. The Dragonslayers had informed them of their new subtle approach. Some thought the idea hilarious; others were slightly disappointed but willing to participate still. Hey, it was worth it.
"Ooh, the suspense is killing me! Millerna moaned, wringing her hands anxiously. Why is he taking ages?"
"You speak too soon sister," Eries replied calmly, sipping her tea gracefully. A door opened and Eries looked up. CRASH! The cup of tea smashed on the floor as Eries stared in utter amazement.
Everyone's heads whipped round. They gaped. They stared. They marvelled. Merle began chuckling in a muffled way from behind her gag. In a split second everyone else was falling about, clutching his or her sides in laughter. Allen glowered at them.
"What in Gaea is so funny?" he demanded.
Gaddes sat up, wiping away a tear of laughter. "Yo Boss, I think your shampoo may have been a little out of date."
There were snickers and chuckles at this.
Allen looked at him suspiciously. "What... are... you... talking...about?" he said slowly.
Kio and Gaddes slowly guided him to the hatch door where the shiny surfaced reflected his appearance.
Allen gaped. He screamed. He yelled. What in Gaea had happened to his hair?! It was...PINK!!! Bright, neon, luminous pink! Not pink like Millerna's dress but a bright pink! His beautiful golden locks were ruined! Loud sobs escaped him. In his uncontrollable terror Allen tripped and crashed into something. He got hurt. He passed out. Everyone laughed.
There were flashes of yellow light from outside the ship. Eries frowned. "Is it thundering already?"
"I hope everyone is taking pictures," Dilandau called out in a singing voice. "This is one great scoop!"
Guimel muttered under his breath. "I don't see why Celena gets to have the camcorder thingy majiggy."
"Because she has good eye co- ordination." Dilandau said reasonably. "I hope you got all that Celena, Emperor Donkirk is expecting some good entertainment."
Celena chuckled. "Let's just say now I know what zoom in means. He he he..."
Van was so sure that Morgana wouldn't try anything, why would she after all? He had given her what she wanted. But Morgana wanted more and she knew exactly how she was going to get it.
She walked silently down the deserted corridors, a vindictive smile playing on her face. Ahead of her large moving shadows cast disoriented shadows upon the walls. The sound of metal clanging echoed through the corridor. Something hard landed on the floor with a thud.
"Hah, I win again sister. I truly am the luckiest girl in Gaea."
Eryia glared at her sister from her sprawled position. "You don't have to brag about it." Her ears twitched as she detected something. "Someone's coming."
"I'm already here," Morgana said softly from the doorway, a knowing smile on her face.
Eryia and Naria hissed silently both assuming fighting stances. Her! What was SHE doing here?
"I see you two haven't changed a bit." Morgana said mockingly.
"I see you haven't either," Naria replied, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Morgana laughed softly. Too softly. "You are wrong kitty cat. I've changed a lot. You don't want to get me mad."
Naria snarled and was about to launch herself at that witch when she was alerted to another presence in the room. "F-Folken?"
He stepped forward from the shadows. "Naria, Eryia is this how you act in the presence of a superior being?"
Gritting their teeth, the two cat girls bowed low on the floor, eyes stinging in rage. "Lord Folken we are sorry."
"Morgana," Folken said smoothly, taking the lady's hand and kissing it lightly. "What brings you to Zaibach?"
Morgana sighed, as if she had been suffering from some great loss. "I want the dragon Folken. Not just the dragon. I want dragon boy too."
Folken raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really, is that so? May I enquire why?"
Morgana smiled with relish. "Folken dear, you know very well why. He's a king, not just any king but King of Fanelia. And I have great plans for him."