SEEKING TRANQUILITY
: Chapter Ten :
For the tenth time Hitomi stared out the window, protectively wrapping her arms around her chest to fend the chilly breezes filtering into the room and brushing past her skin jittering with goose-bumps.
The draperies fluttered beside her, tickling her bare calves. Leaning her head forward to glimpse the guards idly patrolling the front, she quietly counted the number of armored men, crossing paths to guard their appointed areas.
He kept his promise…why? Why would he? He had to be up to something! Arrogantly she jerked her eyes away the moment the familiar slayer trotted outside and began ordering around the soldiers with enraged waves of his gloved hands.
She'd absently caught a fraction of Dilandau's curt words from below. " You idiots! What am I training you for!? FUN!?"
Casting a fleeting glance at the white-haired slayer, she murmured an incoherent curse on his behalf, before retreating to bed.
Dilandau briskly slapped a towering guard's face, immediately wrenching the burly man from his panicky state as he apologized with a stutter.
" You! No---all of you damn fools are WORTHLESS!!" Dilandau screeched, whirling around in a 360 degree angle to regard the cowering slayers murmuring amongst one another.
Dilandau released a bitter laugh that echoed through the pelting downpour gradually increasing to a rash thunderstorm.
" To think I thought you commendable enough to be in the ranks of my men!" Dilandau hoarsely cursed. " And here I catch you imbeciles slacking like the pitiful, disgusting asses you are!"
The man who'd been caught slumbering against the entrance doors to Dilandau's headquarters, bowed his head in shame.
The other soldiers witnessing their leaders outburst, faltered back; the only time he'd acted in such a maniacal manner was when part of his plans had been ruined.
Dilandau smothered a gloved hand down his stoic face, before his hand retreated to reveal a satanic grin with two rows of glimmering white teeth.
" Are--are you alright Dilandau Sir?" A soldier in the distance bravely asked, eyeing the boy who began to cackle in an insane manner.
" Alright!? Why wouldn't I be!? I have a herd of damn fools for slayers!" Dilandau's laughter ended, allowing his speech to be taken seriously, then again everything he'd said was to be.
Before the men could sputter in their defense, Dilandau abruptly whirled and returned inside his headquarters.
" Get back to work you fat oafs!" Dilandau shouted, before slamming the doors behind him with a resounding slam of steel.
Drenched in rain, Dilandau irritably strolled upstairs to the second floor where his and all the other rooms were.
" Those good for nothing--" Dilandau hissed, reaching the top step and slamming his right fist into the wooden handle.
" DAMN IT!!" He hissed painfully, before he began to laugh uncontrollably; perhaps it would make the throb in his hand go away, or perhaps it was simply because Dilandau switched moods so much in such a short time, he had come accustomed to doing so when he had to other resolve left.
Hell, the last he'd do would be to cry or complain. Maybe shout and slap around his slayers, but never cry. He was too good for that.
Crying was for the weak and pathetic who couldn't handle small things. But he, he had been through far enough to find anything that any ordinary person found distressing, to be a simple crack in a sidewalk.
Angrily he strolled down the hall, clutching his bruising hand. This time, he'd broken a bone or two.
That's when he heard it. The moon girl. What's this? Completely forgetting the disjointed bones of his right hand, he edged closer to the room Hitomi stayed in.
A sly smirk crept along his lips. Crying? How utterly pathetic for her to be weeping over that ignorant bastard Fanel!
With his left hand, he pushed the doors open, entering the moment they flapped apart and banged into the walls.
Hitomi bolted up in bed, shrieking when she saw a lean shadow approaching with a pair of red eyes leering heatedly in her direction.
" D-Dilandau?" For once she hoped it was the slayer and not some psychotic murderer out on a kill.
What am I saying!? Hitomi thought, incredulous. Dilandau is a psychotic murderer!
" Who else," He purred rhetorically; she had grown familiar to his aloof tone that oddly ended with a sensual flick of his pink tongue.
" What are you doing…..here?" She blurted, warily watching him come closer till the moonlight shedding in from the opened window, lit his frame and seemingly added a floresant glow to his white hair and an eerie flicker to his red eyes.
" These are my quarters are they not?" He murmured, keeping his voice relatively low to intimidate her with the velvety quality.
She shuddered, clutching the silk sheets to her chest more firmly. " I mean…what are you doing here?"
" In…my room?" She added quickly.
" I am allowed to enter any room to which I desire," Dilandau spat. She realized she was beginning to dangerously trek over forbidden territory.
" Of course," Hitomi whispered.
With a heaved sigh, he fell at the edge of her bed where her feet barely reached, brushing against his forearm from beneath the comforter as he extended the pale limb to rest on her covered knee.
" Your hand!" Hitomi instinctively scooted closer, picking up the bandaged appendage to inspect the protruding portion of skin where the bones in his hands has disjointed.
" Damn it! Don't push so damn hard!" He bellowed, intending to yank his hand from hers, but she held firmly.
" How else am I suppose to fix it! I have to push the bone back in place!" Hitomi muttered.
" Well do it another way!" He shouted, jerking his head to the side and away from her viewing.
She inwardly laughed. So the famous Dilandau can feel pain? This is something new…
" Stop looking at me like that!" He spat in enraged command. She eyed him with a raised brow.
" I don't need your damn pity," He snarled, keeping his eyes firmly hooked on the opposite side of her.
" Trust me, it's not pity," She assured, digging her fingers more purposely in his hand. He shrieked in response.
" I said not so hard! Are you deaf!?" He screeched, finally shifting his head around to glare at her.
" Thank you," She whispered.
He gaped a moment, but not long enough for her to see. " What?" He demanded.
" For freeing Van," She explained, restraining her eyes from wandering to his as she steadied her attention on repositioning the disjointed bones in his hand.
He scoffed. " Don't think I did it because I had a sappy guilt trip like you,"
She glared. That's what I get for thanking him. Why do I bother?
" However," Even as she worked on his badly bruised hand, he leaned forward till his breath tickled her ear and neck.
" I did it for other reasons," He followed the statement with an impish chuckle. " I'm sure you are aware of this reason,"
She squeaked when his tongue slipped out to flick at her neck, before his teeth and lips tainted her slender neck impulsively arching back.
With force, she pushed her thumb roughly against the protruding bone, guiding it back into place with a pop.
" What the hell did you do that for!?" He roared, tearing his mouth from her neck to tend to his hand throbbing with intense heat.
She suppressed a laugh. How else could I get you off my neck?
With a calm face she replied: " There, all fixed. Of course, it'll be bruised for a week or so,"
" I could care less," He muttered, massaging the fragile bones of his hand.
" And I could care less that you let Van go for 'other reasons'. I'm just thankful you kept your word and did it,"
His eyes drew into slits. " And you'd better keep yours, slave," he smirked, baring his straight white teeth.
" I like the sound of that," He nibbled her earlobe briefly. " Slave," He purred, before moving away to smugly grin in her direction.
Sarcastically, she asked: " Oh, then let me guess, from now on I'm going to have to call you 'Master'?"
" You catch on quickly. As of tomorrow you will address me as 'Master'; and do not think I'm jesting. I'm quite serious."
With a tight jaw, he drew her eyes to him. " Understand?"
She nodded with an angry shrug of her shoulders. Yeah…….whatever.
Standing with a clank of armor, he curtly regarded her from his towering stance above. " Go to bed,"
Before he'd completely vanished from her room, he added. " With how much I'll be ordering you around, you'll need as much energy as possible, moon-girl," He chuckled mercilessly, before exiting with a loud slam of the double doors.
Hitomi kept her hands at her sides, suppressing her wiggling fingers from pulling out her hair. He can be so---so rude!!
But it was worth it. Van's probably safe by now. I don't care if I have to endure Dilandau's stupid deal. I'll be his 'slave' as long as I can repay Van for all those times he's helped me.
Dilandau foully sagged into his bed, allowing his armor clad body to sink into the silken sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, he rested his left hand on his forehead, while bringing up his other to study the moon-girls meticulous nursing. She'd done a good job of positioning his bone back in place, even when she had no experience in the field.
For God's sake, she could've made it worse! The twit! He muttered a slurred curse. Even if it still hurt, the throb was quickly leaving and he was grateful for that. Of course, he'd never admit that to her. The last thing he intended to do was praise the girl for fixing a small glitch in his bone structure.
A girl who use to belong to Van, but now belongs to me.
Dilandau laughed quietly to himself. You've lost your chance Fanel. The girl's mine now. And I plan to put her to good use.
A/N: I know! Slap me if you will; this chapter was pointless and short. But there was some interaction between Hitomi and Dilandau! Lol, and no, I don't plan on having Dilandau rape Hitomi. For God's sake, put some trust to the guy!
Although I'm at a point where I don't know who to pair Hitomi with. Seeing as at times she's always thinking of Van, and at others, she's worried for Dilandau ( mostly his hand, lol ) Maybe a triangle? Now that would go into history. A once in a life time D/H/V. But I plan to only pair her with one of them, sadly. And as you might have noticed this is suppose to be a D/H, so I intend to make it end that way, unless miraculously I'm nice to you guys and I let her get with both by having alternate endings! Heh. FAT CHANCE! But tell me what you think!
Read and Review! It does the body good! XD