Hey guys! sorry about the delay, I've kinda been buisy. School and all... Anywho, here's the next chapter!

Xanthia Nightshade

There could not have been a more ridiculous setting.

Folken was sitting on a chair holding a note pad and pen beside, Dilly who was lying on a couch, flame thrower and all. The room was dark because Dilly had insisted that the curtains be shut for some reason or another.

"So, Dilandau. Why do you think you're here today?" asked Folken passively. Personally, he thought this was a waist of his valuable time, but Dornkirk said that it had worked for him, do it would work for Dilandau. Yeah right.

"I dunno." shrugged Dilly "I guess it's because of that time last Wednesday when I killed Miguel, or was it Chester? Their faces all look the same after while…" Folken sighed.

"Both, you killed Chester on Wednesday, and Miguel yesterday."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I have a bad memory." Apologised the pyro. Folken sweat dropped.

"So, how do you feel about that?" Asked Folken, it wasn't his fault, the only training in psychology was watching Freaky Friday, which he had stolen from Hitomi when she wasn't looking. Anyway, he loved the movie, it just cracked him up. Especially when Tess was telling Anna how to be a psychologist 20 seconds. He silently chuckled, anyway that was a good deal more training than anyone else had on the Vione.

"About what?" asked Dilly. Folken frowned

"Sorry?"

" You asked me how I felt, and I asked you about what." Said Dilly, most uncharacteristically calmly.

"Oh, how do you feel about killing people?" questioned Folken.

"Um, OK, as long as you don't tell anyone else," said the pyro. He sat up, and Folken leaned closer, "I've never told anyone else this, but when I kill, I get this warm fuzzy feeling inside of me, you know."

"No, I don't." said Folken, sincerely.

"Oh, it's just me then."

"Just you."

"I'm glad, my Mummy always said I was special."

"You never had a mother, Dilandau."

"Yes I did!" argued Dilly, " Just no one but me could see her."

"And how do you feel about that?" asked Folken again.

"Hmmm, that's a hard one, well…

1 hour later…

"And that's when I think my abandonment issues started." Finished Dilly. Folken was board. If he said 'And how do you feel about that?' one more time he'd take a leaf out of Dilandau's book and burn everyone and everything to a sinder. Then a fantastic idea stuck him full on in the face.

" Excuse me Dilandau, I'll just be outside for a few minuets, OK? I just need to do something."

"Don't leave me! I have abandonment issues you know!" said a desperate Dilly.

"Don't worry, it'll only be a minuet. I promise." Smiled Folken. He got up and left the moaning pyro. He walked into his office and rummaged through the draws of his desk. His hand closed on something, got it. He picked up the Dictaphone. This was another thing which he had stolen from Hitomi. Ha, that girl just left her stuff all around the place! And she thought no one would steel it? He pressed record and said:

"And how do you feel about that?" Then left it for about 30 seconds the pressed stop. He pushed play and it Dictaphone repeated "And how do you feel about that?". He rewound it then set it on repeat. He smiled.

He entered the room to se a relieved looking Dilly.

"Thank god your back, I'd started to worry you'd left me, like everyone else, I don't know what I'd of done if you'd done that…" trailed off the pyro.

"Don't worry, I'm back." Said Folken. "Now, where were we?" and Dilly was off into his speech of how he was misunderstood, and that he was a victim. When he'd finally finished Folken pressed the play button and his plan was now in action. Dilly was talking again, but somehow his voice was strangle lethargic, and calming…

Some random time later…

"Folken? FOLKEN?"

"Ah!" yelled Folken, then he saw who it was, "Oh, Dilandau, it's you. How do you feel?" asked the stratagos.

" Much better," replied the pyro, "I really feel I've got a lot of things off my chest. We'll have to do this again sometime, Folken."

" Yes, yes of course. Anytime you want to talk, just pop in, Dilandau." Folken said, the young pyromaniac hadn't noticed he'd been asleep for the last, her checked his watch, hour and a half! Dilly had sat there and talked his heart away for an hour and a half while Folken had slept like a baby. Pity, thought the Stratagos, there would probably have been some good blackmail material, but I guess you can't have it all.

"Good, good." Said Dilandau, "Bye!" and he left.

Yeah, I know. Not as funny as the last ones, but hey, i've been a bit frazzled (is that even a word?) and out of ideas.

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