A/N: Wow…so I thought that totally sucked, but so far so good, I think. Well, because a few people want to see a little more I have decided to do a Dilandau chapter. I was thinking of creating a slightly disjointed story line, in which there's no real…well…nothing like anything you've read. Hopefully. I want to try it out, and if you don't like it ok, but I hope it'll be interesting.

There's a possibility I'll go through each character, maybe give you a few other character's view of Dilandau and Hitomi and how their attitudes have changed. Stuff like that. Not everyone, that would just be WAY too much, just one or two other people; for Hitomi it'd be Van, Meryl and possibly Allen…who I'm not too fond of…eh. And for Dilandau it'd have to be Chesta, Dallet and Gatti. Chesta and Gatti get abused the most, I believe, and Dallet is just…Dallet. And we love him. But not as much as Miguel!

-Glances out of the corner of her eyes and winces, watching Miguel glare sadistically and fiddle with a knife.- He's not happy that he always dies first…me thinks…

Also…as I look through pictures and bios of the slayers, over and over, for I love them dearly, I've noticed in the 6 that we do see, they all have shades of blue for the color of their eyes. Selena has blue eyes, so I wonder about it…Hmmm…

Anyways, on with the fic. -Glances up and shakes head.- Wow, I sure babble on don't I?

Again…I don't own Escaflowne…-curls up into a ball and cries.-

Through His Eyes

There's nothing more annoying than incompetence amongst my 'Slayers. Gatti had the gall to ask me what was wrong as I dazed off into space while I drank my wine. I hate that.

What I hate even more…

I can't get her out of my mind. Since that day in Allen's fort she's been hiding in the back of my mind, seeing as Allen had "claimed" her. But now she's popping up into my mind nearly every waking hour of the day, and even in my sleep! Damnit!

She's so strange, but what do you expect from someone from the Mystic Moon? That place is said to be cursed, so the people there just have to be odd. I really do hate her at times, most of the time nowadays, though for completely different reasons.

Despite the reason Miguel is dead partially because of her, the other half being Zongi who made such a delicious dying scream and crushing sound, I find myself hating her because I can't stop thinking of her. She's invading everything and it's distracting me from my goal.

I should've killed her when I had the chance…but…

The way she stood there, obviously pondering running, and then attempting to stand her ground against me…it was really quite thrilling.

Between spending time cursing Van for marring my beautiful face, and wishing I could destroy her from my mind, I've really started to sink in on myself. I find myself thinking of whether to capture the girl, or kill her before Van. The one that would hurt him more would probably be catching her, right out from under his nose, and then torturing her. All the while he won't be able to do a thing to save her.

What a way to crush her hopes…her dearest Prince Charming being so inadequate…then maybe she'll truly decide that playing with fire can be really fun.

Stalking down the halls I glare at anyone who crosses my path. The clicking of my boots echo down the massive corridors and the blue flames flicker just faintly as I move by. This is the third time this week, since that night in the field that I've wandered around aimlessly, after dishing out some well deserved punishment.

Chesta has gotten into the habit of asking if something was wrong, in a more masculine way of course, even after all the times I've hit him for it. I won't tell them, as it's none of their business, and I don't know what to do, for once.

There are so many choices as what to do in this matter. It's clear I won't get any rest until I do that something, so I suppose I have to. One thing is for certain though…

I giggle faintly and slip into my room, chuckling now and steadily building up in a maniacal laughter that seems to startle the men. I wonder why…

There's a beautiful pathway open to me.

I want that girl for myself. Not just because she's Van's pet, but because she's a rarity. Actually trying to stand up to me…and her reaction to my kiss was just so amusing. Typical innocent little shocked look. Right, innocent.

I can see it in the back of her eyes. She may be a little naïve, and clearly not used to sword fighting, but she knows how a girl should react to certain things. Her inner conflict was nearly written on paper before me. She liked it, she'd never admit it aloud, but she did.

That makes me laugh some more. Needless to say she'll prove very amusing. I can do without 'love', seeing as that emotion is a little sickening…but possession and obsession are very different things. I must possess this girl. I need to have her wrapped around my pinky and bent to my will. I need to break whatever stubborn side she has, and I know she has one…she does.

She will be mine. She's distracting me horribly, and I would think she needs to learn her lesson. Just like my 'Slayers.

My thoughts are becoming jumbled again when she pervades my thoughts, yet again. I can never think straight when all I can see are shocked green eyes glistening like jewels in the moonlight. I hope she's having the same problem with me, because I'd be very disappointed and rather insulted if she wasn't.

Van and Allen would be so confused as to why their dear little Hitomi was ignoring them, staring off into space and acting every bit the flustered innocent. She'd better be clean…it would take away from some of the pain it would inflict upon Van.

And no, it's not just revenge against he and Allen…no…this is mostly about her. And then some revenge.

It'll be fun to see how much of a fight she puts up. I liked her little speech on how she could scream and everyone would come running to save her and I would die. Maybe not her exact words, but good enough. I was a little busy inspecting my prey to truly care about her empty threats. She wasn't going to scream; I know she wasn't.

Glancing out my window I catch sight of the Mystic Moon. I bet she's staring at it too, wishing to be home safe and sound. I won't let her go that easy, that's for sure. She'll be mine, whether she wishes to be or not. I will own her, possess her…

Pouring myself a generous amount of wine, I settle into a chair and prop my legs up on a small table. The alcohol puts me into a Hitomi-free sleep, which I need at the expense of headache the next morning. That's easily dealt with, and my frustrations are taken out on Gatti and Chesta.

I think I'll pay my dear little Hitomi a visit soon…

A/N: Well, I think I've kept Dilandau in character. Hopefully at least. I like to try and do that as best as possible, seeing as Dilandau getting all mushy Allen-like mushy makes me twitch. I like the possessiveness behind his thoughts. Hopefully you will too. This is probably much more confusing than Hitomi's, but think about it…I am writing this as their thoughtsas well as actions. Thoughts are hardly ever in perfect order, right? And if they are, I highly doubt Dilandau will have perfect order in his head.

The only things that matter to him are fire and destruction…and revenge against Van. Therefore, his brain will stay a jumble.

For those who reviewed, thanks and I'm glad you liked it! Hopefully this chapter will live up to your expectations…if not, I'll rewrite it. Again, it's 3:19am, and Saturday was a very painful day for a dear friend of mine and myself.

Next up will probably be Van or Merle. Why Merle, you ask? Because she was the one that retrieved Hitomi. Simple as that. Merle really does annoy me…I think the only time I really liked her was when she screamed "LORD VAAAAAAAN!" After Fanelia was destroyed. That scream made me laugh. Hard. It hurt, I laughed so hard. Why? I'll never know.

Miguel: -Still unhappy.- Because you hate her and her agony made you happy.

Moon: Shush you. Adios all! Leave happiness!