Disclaimer: No I don't own Escaflowne. If I did Hitomi would get with all the bishounen in the show!
SEEKING TRANQUILITY
" LET ME GO!!" The fierce shouts were unignored by the eavesdropper wearily pacing affront the room from which the shouts were coming from.
" Damn it I have to go back!"
The screams regressed till an eerie silence strained the listener to lean in and concentrate on the conversation threatening to brew under the secretive whispers.
" I have to go back. I have to!"
The soothing melodic voice of Allen appeared, gentle and reassuring as he spoke to the other occupant in the room with him.
" Listen Van. As much as I want to go back as well we can't. We'd be putting you in danger,"
" I DON'T CARE!!"
" Listen to me, Van!" Allen voice rose in pitch, his patience wearing to a shred of desperation.
" You have to recover. Until then I, and the others, can not allow you to risk your life out there."
" Don't you get it!?"
Merle coward, her ears flapping down against her skull as the shrill scream from Van shot through her ears in a painful, hysterical cry.
" Hitomi's in danger! I was supposed to protect her!"
Silence. Then Allen's baritone voice, laced in understanding, fell within the room.
" At this point, in your state, there's nothing we can do now but wait,"
" And let her die!?" Van snapped abruptly.
Merle could picture the posture of the lanky angel, jaw tight in anger, maroon eyes alit with fury and shame, cheeks flustered, hair disheveled, lips cracked apart to reveal grit teeth.
" She won't die," Allen reprimanded; Van was foolish to think Hitomi, of all people, would give up so easily.
" Just get out," Van's bold tone had died to a feeble whisper, almost pleading.
" Van you can't lock yourself in---"
" GET OUT!!"
Merle wobbled back, shooting away from the door when it burst open. Allen stalked out, blonde wisps of hair flaring about him as the force of the doors arose a gust of wind against his agitated expression.
" He's so damn stubborn," Allen muttered, letting the doors slam shut behind him.
His eyes, bright and blue, were dull with the streaks of exhaustion, coarse lines creasing his lips in a taut, grim line.
Merle blinked, studying the towering man held of grace and beauty.
His hair, a brilliant blonde coat of silk, hallowed his narrow jaw, slim neck connected to the broad masculine shoulders held high in defiance and confidence.
" How is he?" Merle whispered, warily stepping out of his path to waddle beside him as he found himself stalking through the hall toward his quarters.
" He wants to go back. He blames himself for Lady Hitomi's situation," He murmured.
He stopped, Merle mimicking his movements as she halted on his right, hands cupped near her bosom.
" What's wrong, Allen-sama?" She squeaked, wary of the elegant man's dismal expression.
" If we must, Van will be restrained from leaving his quarters,"
" You mean….so he can't go back to---"
Allen cut her off, voice curt. " No. He'll only endanger Lady Hitomi in doing so; there's no telling what Dilandau has in-store for her,"
" Y-You don't think….?" Merle resisted finishing the statement, as her own fear projected a dreading sense of foreshadow.
Allen shut his eyes a moment, head tilting down slightly as he let out a haggard breath. " I'm not sure. All we can do now is wait. We can't rush these things,"
Merle nodded weakly in understanding. " I just hope she's alright,"
" Ah, I see you've decided to grace us with your presence,"
Dilandau and his dragonslayers sat at the rectangular table where they dined quietly in awkward silence.
Hitomi padded into the expanse of the dinning area, eyes wandering from the many faces of the boys' seated around Dilandau.
Hesitantly her eyes drifted to the silver-haired boy, smirking wanly in her direction with his head tilted to the right, propped by his open right hand tucked under his cheek.
" Sit," He commanded, eyes briefly lowering to the empty seat to his right before the red globes, dancing with the vibrant speckles of intrigue, rose to meet her own.
Complying to his wishes, shoulders stiff, eyes alert, Hitomi eased herself into the seat beside Chesta not bothering to take the one he had cryptically pointed her to with the simple motion of his eyes.
Dilandau's jaw tightened. Little wench. She should know not to disobey me.
It was almost like she was teasing him, purposely contradicting him by finding herself slipping into the chair, reserved for a dragonslayer, on Chesta's right.
Ignoring the heated stare Dilandau bestowed upon her from across the table, Hitomi directed her attention to the boy sitting next to her, poised in a reserved manner as he shyly ate from the plate of food set in front of him.
" Morning, Chesta," She supplied a warm smile along with her greeting, unable to resist the comfort the boy's presence brought, especially with Dilandau staring at her so…….implicitly.
" M-Morning, Hitomi," Chesta replied, voice shaky as he noted the silver-haired boy's penetrating glare.
" Did I say you could speak, Chesta?" Dilandau purred, red eyes lingering on the boy.
Chesta stiffened, before proceeding to shake his head in response to the boy's rhetoric question. " No, Dilandau-Sir,"
" And did I not mention speaking with the little wench," Dilandau hissed, eyes moving back on Hitomi with a stinging rage. " Would not be permitted,"
Before Chesta had time to respond, Dilandau had risen from his seat, flustered in rage.
" I will deal with you later! Get out of my sight before I tear your limbs right from your damned body!"
The other boys' occupying the table stiffened and bowed their heads.
Chesta tensely stood, the wooden seat screeching back against the ground before he dismissed himself with a bow, then vanished from the area.
" Little pest," Dilandau muttered, lowering himself in his seat.
Hitomi glared at him. " He didn't do anything,"
Dilandau's eyes were on her in a matter of seconds.
"What.Did.You.Say?" He spat, grounding the words through grit teeth.
Hitomi hardened her green eyes on the handsome boy.
" You heard me," Her tone was airy, but held a sense of challenge; he would be foolish to miss it.
A chuckle rose in his chest, before he laughed loudly, head thrown back.
" And who are you to tell me what my men do?" Dilandau snapped once his eerie cackle had died down.
" Someone who knows better, that's what," Hitomi bit back.
She knew she was practically handing him her head on a silver platter, but she wasn't going to let him get the best of her, or her friends for that matter. She did consider Chesta a friend after all.
" Get out," Dilandau growled suddenly, so abruptly she thought the order was directed to her, seeing as his eyes had yet to remove from their intense study on her face.
When the dragonslayers remained still, Dilandau's head whipped in their direction, eyes flaming. " GET THE HELL OUT!!"
In a minute the Dragonslayers had evacuated from the table, scampering off in various directions to return to their daily routine and scout the castle, armored feet clanking loudly in the after beat of their intermingled voices.
Hitomi swallowed; she was alone with Dilandau.
" So, you think you know better? Little moon bitch?" He had miraculously appeared behind her, head tilted down so he could whisper the cruel words laced with bitter sarcasm in her right ear.
Disgruntled by his proximity she sat up, arching forward against the table to avoid contact with the boy leant on her side.
" As a matter of fact I do," Hitomi challenged, tone apprehensive.
Dilandau smirked, red eyes sparkling with delight; he loved a good challenge. Especially coming from the green-eyed beauty.
Hitomi gasped when his arms tangled themselves around her neck, draping dangerously close to her breasts covered by the flimsy nightgown he'd given her.
She gasped, unable to hold back the sound; she was a little more than shocked by his actions!
Dilandau chuckled lowly before flicking the side of her neck with his tongue, the act almost erotic. Hitomi leaned forward in an attempt to get him off her, but the movement only stimulated him as he tightened his arms bound loosely around her neck.
" What's the matter?" He purred, nipping her neck with lulled eyes, " Afraid you'll lose?"
She jolted in her seat, only to be forcefully shoved back down.
" Ah, ah, ah," Dilandau smirked. " I on the other hand am enjoying myself."
She was faintly aware of his injured hand covered in the white gauze with expertise, noting it needed to be changed as the blood stains had seeped through .
" Do you want me to change your bandages?" She offered, voice hushed; this was a rather smart exit in avoiding his question as well as the awkward silence that had passed between them over the past minutes.
Dilandau chuckled, the sound barely making it past his lips pressed faintly to the side of her neck.
" Don't change the subject," He snapped, voice hoarse.
" I wasn't I was just--"
" Don't you know when to shut up?" He spat, removing his arms and stepping back.
Though offended by his words, she was overjoyed that he had detached his arms from around her, she was beginning to think he was enjoying having them there too much.
" Get up," He ordered curtly, moving back and providing her enough space to scoot the chair back and rise.
He grabbed her right forearm, whirling her around so fast she almost fell into him. He kept a steady grip on her, guiding her out of the dinning area and into the halls.
Whether it slipped her mind or she was more concerned with where he was taking her, she realized she hadn't eaten anything since the night prior.
Where's he taking me? Deep in thought, her concentration wandered from his lanky figure beside her, keeping her intimately close to his left side.
She stumbled when he made an abrupt turn, stirring her from her reverie to realize he was pulling her along the stairs to the second floor.
" W-where are we going?" She sputtered, tripping slightly.
He dragged her up the last step before he headed to, what she'd guessed, his room.
" Where else?" He snapped, agitated.
She bit her lower lip, nervously watching him barge into the room in front of him, before yanking her inside and slamming the doors closed behind them.
" Finally," He muttered, releasing her arm and striding toward the bed.
" Some peace and quiet," He smirked and turned to face her while settling on the edge of the bed near the center.
" Come here," He commanded, voice stern as he spread his legs slightly and leaned back with the support of his arms beside his hips.
Hesitantly she approached, stopping two feet in front of him; it was the closet she planned on getting near him without feeling uncomfortable or nervous.
His left hand extended in a flash, yanking her in his lap.
" W-what are you doing!?" Hitomi snapped, eyes wide in alert as she found herself tumbling into his lap.
" Stop asking so many damn questions!" He snapped, before his annoyed features calmed to a remotely solemn one.
" Now, where was I?" He mused in a slur, before his eyes swept up her body in mute calculation, then landed on her placid complexion; the color from her face had seemingly drained by his actions as well as the realization that she was straddling his narrow hips.
" Ah, I remember now," She tensed when she felt his hand settle on her hip, stroking her side through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
" You've seemingly forgotten our little deal," He murmured, eyes concentrated in a dull slant on his hand's movements.
" Wha--what do you mean?" She choked out, eyes wandering down to his hand moving further till it rested on her thigh.
" The sacrifice you made for little prince Fanel's freedom," he spat, sneering the name of his rival.
Hitomi swallowed. " I remember," She countered, tone firm.
" Good," He muttered, moving his left arm around her waist and pulling her more securely between his parted legs.
" What first my little toy?" He moved his right injured hand behind the base of her neck, ignoring the pain it brought as he proceeded to bring her head down till their lips brushed.
Hitomi's breath caught in her throat. H-He's going to kiss me again!
" Say it," He ordered suddenly, voice edging on a whisper. " Tell me how bad you want this,"
Teasing her into submission he began twining her hair in the fingers of his right hand buried against the nape of her neck, while the other reached up to fondle a delicate breast.
Hitomi gasped, eyes wide. Shakily she panted a reply, " Why are you doing this?"
" Enjoying my prize for freeing that bastard Fanel," He mumbled, almost absently, drawn in his task, squeezing the soft mound cradled in his left hand.
Hitomi flushed, cheeks colored in a bright red.
" That's right," Dilandau continued torturing her breast, his other hand lowering till it rested on her lower back, pushing her firmly against him.
" Fanel could never please you this way, could he?" Dilandau mocked, looking heatedly at her, stopping his movements.
Hitomi opened her eyes that had closed sometime during the intimate touches.
" W-what?" She could barely manage to decipher his words, the fogginess clouding her mind dispersing till she was completely aware that she had been enjoying this.
What's wrong with you Hitomi! She chastised herself. How could you enjoy this!? Don't you realize who this is!
" Isn't that right?" Dilandau prodded, demanding she answer; he always wanted to be better than Van in some way.
She looked away from his searching eyes. " I-I wouldn't know. Van and I---we--never---" She couldn't bear to finish.
She dreaded the day she had to admit her feelings for Van were unrequited. At least, in her eyes.
" That so? Then you are a virgin," Dilandau's grin grew. " All the better. I wouldn't mind being your first," His hand returned to her breast, fondling it once again.
Hitomi gasped, not even given time to register his words and snap at him before he, using his injured hand, pushed her head down till their lips crushed in a searing kiss.
Hitomi shuddered, gasping, unconsciously allowing his tongue access as the pink muscle probed her mouth.
Dilandau ravished her mouth, overpowering her with fierce kisses. Her taste was sweet and foreign.
He pulled back, his tongue slipping out of her mouth and back into his own as he stared at her.
" You're mine now," Dilandau muttered, eyes glazed with the peaks of lust and passion. " You will please me and only me,"
With that he kissed her again, rougher, with an uncontrollable hunger to claim her. But he'd wait, as impatient as he was to brand her as his, he'd wait for the right time.
Why not kill two birds with one stone?
He kept his wounded hand at bay, not wishing to move it too much and strain himself as he let it drape on the back of her neck.
His left hand fell away from her breast, only to slip though the opening of her collar to capture the bare breast in his palm without the restraints of her gown.
He relished its soft texture and warmth, as well as its heaviness. She wasn't big, but to him she was the right size.
Hitomi shuddered as the cool air nipped at her bare collarbone, the top of her gown sagging down her shoulders.
His lips retreated from hers, only to wander to her neck where he intended to mark her. Unconsciously her head lulled to the right, allowing his mouth easy access as it trailed a path of hot kisses down the left side of her neck.
Dilandau was addicted. Her taste, her skin. Everything about the girl was like a drug, one try and he wanted more till he either went insane by his own obsession, or he was fulfilled enough to move on.
But he had a feeling he would never be satisfied with one taste.
" You belong to me," Dilandau murmured against her throat, briefly pulling away to nip at her lower lip.
" Say it," He commanded, eyes thinning to slits.
Obediently she answered. " I belong to you," But in her mind she wondered why she was letting him control her like some fancy doll he intended to keep locked away in his room like a selfish child.
" Who do you belong to?" He prodded, nipping her lip harder.
Hitomi groaned. " You."
" Say my name!" He snapped, voice rough.
" I belong to you Dilandau-sama,"
Dilandau smirked. " Good; you're smart to not disobey me," He dragged her lips into his own, caressing them with light flicks of his tongue, lathering her's in moisture.
At first he merely wished to use her as a pawn for his plans, but now, now that he'd been given a sample he wanted to experience her completely. Wanted to be the first to touch her like he touched her now.
" You'll not touch or let another man touch you besides me. Is that understood?"
Hitomi blearily nodded her head. Why did he sound so possessive? Wasn't he just using her for his own pleasures? Or was it more?
" Why does it matter…..?" She dared to ask.
In one swift movement, on his behalf, she found herself pinned to the bed beneath him, straddling her hips while restraining her arms down above her head with the use of his good hand.
" Because if I catch anyone touching you, I will cut off their little damned heads and feed it to the dogs!" He spat, eyes burning in a brutal rage.
She swallowed. " Oh,"
The rage in his expression died. Drawing his head down, placing it in the crook of her neck to inhale her sweet smell, he chuckled to himself.
" I'll be damned if another man touches you," For emphasis he pressed himself against her from above, his hand releasing her to grab a handful of her short honey locks, the other rested on the mattress by her head.
Weakly, almost debating whether to or not, Hitomi wrapped her arms around his strong broad shoulders rested against her bosom.
Dilandau glared at her. " What the hell are you doing?"
" Hugging you…." She replied, hoping her efforts had not gone to waste and the simple act would make him more comfortable in her presence.
Dilandau lowered his head, eyes half-lidded. Why the hell is she being so damn nice?
" I'm not a fool," Dilandau spat, keeping his head on her shoulder. " I know what you're up to."
" What?" Hitomi frowned; she wasn't up to anything! " I'm not up to anything," She countered aloud.
He laughed bitterly. " Don't act stupid! You're trying to get on my good side in hopes I'll let you go,"
Hitomi cringed at his harsh words. Why would it bother him whether I'm faking it or not, anyway?
" What do you see in that bastard Fanel, anyway?" He demanded, lifting his head to glare intently at her, awaiting her reply.
" What do you mean?" She would normally laugh at a question like that to lighten the mood and rid her nervousness, but in Dilandau's presence she wasn't so sure it'd be appreciated or ignored.
" Don't forget your place," He muttered suddenly, climbing off her, sitting back on the edge of the bed where he appeared to be taking off his boots.
" What's that supposed to mean!?" She cried in offence.
" Exactly what it sounds like, wench," He spat, never removing his eyes from the task at hand as he threw the black boots at the floor.
" For a moment I forgot why I didn't like you," She mumbled, unaware she'd said it aloud.
" Good. Hate me, I could care less. The feeling is quite mutual," He stood, shredding off his shirt with visible difficulty.
Despite the situation, and his anger, Hitomi stood, after fixing her gown and pulling it back up, walking up to him and preparing to assist him.
" What now!?" He snapped, sneering down at her.
Hitomi glared up at him. " I'm just going to help you! You looked like you were having trou--"
" I'm fine!" He spat, interrupting her.
" Fine," Hitomi huffed out, arms crossing. " Be that way. I won't bother helping you again,"
" Don't you ever shut up!?"
Hitomi turned her back to him, not bothering to answer.
" Don't ignore me! Answer me!" He roared.
Hitomi held in a laugh. First he wants me to be quiet, and now he wants me to talk! Will this guy ever make up his mind and stick with it!?
" I'm just doing what you said and not talking," Hitomi replied, before preparing to leave.
He roughly pulled her back. " I didn't say you could go!"
" Well I'm tired and I'd very much like to go to sleep!"
" I could care less! You're staying here till I say otherwise!" His breathing was ragged, face flustered in regressing anger, the fire burning in his eyes dying down to a small flame.
Frustrated, she stared up at him; she didn't have time for his stupid control games! " Well I'm going to my room whether you say so!"
He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her back into the bed. " You're staying here; get used to sleeping with me,"
" What!?" Her cheeks inflamed. " I-I can't sleep with you!"
" Says who!?"
" Me! I-It's just not---I refuse to!"
Dilandau laughed, head thrown back. " You will sleep with me, in the same bed from now on, whether you like it or not!" He screeched.
Hitomi winced. Boy did that boy know how to scream!
Hitomi blinked. " Wait….that's it?" She'd thought for sure when he'd said sleep with him…….well….you know!
" Just lay in bed with you?" She added, perplexed.
He scowled. " What else!?" She was glad he hadn't caught on to her misinterpretation.
Then again when it came to life she was never dealt the lucky hand.
A smirk settled on Dilandau face; he'd caught onto her mix-up and he was more than pleased. Stalking up to her, leaning over her with his hands settling on the mattress beside her hips, he sneered at her.
" Don't worry, I intend to do with you as I wish,"
Hitomi, flabbergasted, blushed.
" And it requires two people and a bed," Dilandau added, voice and expression too serious for the phrase he'd just said.
It was almost eerie.
His eyes lowered to her lips before he moved back and away from her, standing up. " Get in bed, I'll be there soon,"
Hitomi huffed. " What if I'm not tired?"
His jaw tightened. " If I wasn't mistaken you just said you were. Now do as I say!"
She looked outside. " But it's still morning…."
" I don't care if all of Gaia is under attack! GET IN THE DAMNED BED!"
Hitomi squeaked, quickly getting under the blankets, making sure to nestle in the far right hand side, as far away from the left side where she could only imagine he'd be sleeping.
She watched him fumble a bit to undress himself till he was only clad in a pair of red slacks.
She couldn't help herself from admiring his lanky physique and the way his back muscles contracted with his movements to shred off the armor ensemble.
Disregarding the clothes on the floor--he would send one of his slayers to pick it up--he stalked back toward her, eyeing her as he did.
Hitomi swallowed; his eyes had a way to express what he wanted and right now she wasn't so sure if she liked what she saw.
He climbed on the bed from the edge at the far corner, before he crawled toward her with a wan smirk.
" Like something you see?" He sneered, settling atop her and pushing her completely on the bed.
Hitomi gasped. " Get off! You don't weigh ten pounds you know!"
He wasn't heavy for his height, but compared to her it was somewhat heavy, especially with him sitting on her stomach.
Like some---some weirdo stalker. Hitomi couldn't help but add in thought.
" The only way to keep that mouth of yours shut is by force it seems," Dilandau drawled, hovering above her after extracting his hips from off hers till he was poised on his knees on each side of her legs.
" W-what are you---mmpth!" Before she could get it all out, he'd clamped his lips over her's, silencing any further argument or protests on her behalf.
Eyes wide, arms frozen under his bare chest, she squealed when he grabbed her hips and lifted them up off the bed.
" Put your legs around me," He ordered huskily against her lips, breathing in haggard pants mingled with her own of shock and terror.
She complied, wrapping her legs around his slim waist while he adjusted his body between her thighs.
Oh God, what am I doing!? Squirming against him with the last strings of dignity hanging low, she pushed against him
Dilandau scowled, pulling his lips off hers to glare at her.
" What the hell is your problem!?"
" I-I--I don't---just---I want to sleep!" How was she supposed to tell him, of all people, she was afraid of being intimately involved with guys?! He wouldn't understand, as long as he got the pleasure he wanted from his 'toy', all was well for him.
" What's wrong?" He smirked, before adding with delight. " Afraid of me?"
" N-No!"
" I don't like being lied to!" He screeched, backhanding her lightly across the face, whipping her head to the right.
Hitomi cringed. I'll never get him! One minute he's almost decent, the next he's slapping me around like some toy!
Angrily, not bothering to look at him as she brought a hand to her stinging cheek. " I hate you,"
" Don't hate me. Be afraid of me," He spat.
" If I remember well you are to do everything I say. I didn't free that little shit Fanel," He stopped to calm his nerves and cease the shaking of his body.
" ….to not 'enjoy' my prize. Deal with the consequences. You knew well the territory you were crossing. Don't piss me off by acting like you don't know what I mean!"
" I-I want to go back to my room,"
He laughed. " Avoid the subject? I don't think so," A stern expression settled on his features. " I let him go. Now you obey my every word."
He shoved her down into the mattress, pinning her by her shoulders with his hands. " I don't like being lied to either; keep your end of the bargain or I'll kill Fanel myself,"
He lowered his head till his lips grazed her earlobe. " Then we'll see who you'll run back to,"
Hitomi held back a sob. " Why are you doing this? I never did anything to you."
He laughed, lifting his head back up to let his red eyes linger across her face. " Because I do whatever I want to whoever I want,"
" It's wrong, you know!" She snapped. " It's wrong to use and hurt people for your own entertainment!"
" Good!" He bellowed, gritting his teeth behind a smirk. " Then they'll know the pain I went through!"
" W-What are you talking about!?"
" Do you think I had an easy life!? Do you!?" He dug his fingers into her shoulders, making her cry out in pain.
" I never said that!" She strained to speak through the pain numbing her forearms.
" Of course not! How would you know the pain and sufferings of life! You've never had to do anything in your whole damn life!"
" You don't know that! You don't know me!" She angrily countered, expression fierce.
" I don't need to. Because we all know precious 'Van'," He mocked, calling his rival by his proper name like she'd done countless times. " He'll always come to your rescue,"
" That's not true!"
Dilandau released her, staring at her with a crude expression, chin cocked slightly.
W-why won't he say anything? Why is he staring at me like that!?
She looked away. He's right Hitomi. You made a deal. He kept true to his, you keep true to yours. No matter how horrible it is.
" You're right," She mumbled, almost absently as her eyes dulled over. " You freed Van……and now I have to keep my word,"
" And don't forget it," He hissed, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head as he bent his head down to nuzzle her throat.
" If you'd obey me like you should be I wouldn't have to hit you now would I?" He looked back up at her, briefly eyeing the bruise forming on her right cheek.
He was beginning to think he didn't know his own strength. That or she was delicate and easily bruised.
She avoided his eyes. " Right. Of course," She dully mumbled.
" Don't be mad," He cooed. " You deserved to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree?"
She winced when he lowered one of his hands to brush it down the red side of her face. She nodded her head, not daring to answer.
" You'll do as I say won't you? You won't defy me will you?" He gently stroked her cheek, turning her head and forcing her to stare up at him.
He changes so fast. Hitomi thought, desperately holding back tears of frustration, anger, exhaustion.
She shook her head. " I wont…." It's like he has multiple personalities and I can't keep up…
He kissed her softly, lowering his hand to cradle her right breast in the palm of his left hand. Hitomi sighed against his lips, letting his tongue roam in her mouth and brand her with his taste of fine wine.
She closed her eyes. I'm sorry Van. I'm sorry I let you down……everyone down. But….. I have no choice. And I've never broken a promise and not kept my word, no matter the consequences.
What had she gotten herself into?
A/N: Well that was one long chapter! With lots of Hitomi/Dilandau scenes! And yes, you all may think Dilandau is cruel but that's how he is!
He'll get better in the later chapters! Promise! And Hitomi has weird taste in guys! As for Van he plans on saving Hitomi. But does Hitomi want to be saved? Is she covering up her feelings toward the pyromaniac by saying its all for the deal?
And what about Dilandau!? He's so possessive of her, its got to mean something! XD And normally he hits things he likes. Lol.
And no Dilandau is not going to force Hitomi. He doesn't intend to go all the way with her until the end. Which will be a lemon between them. But that's not for awhile. And don't forget this IS a Dilandau/ Hitomi. Sorry Van fans! He's great but there needs to be more Dilandau/Hitomi fics out there.
If I feel guilty I might think of doing an alternate ending. So chins up! There is a slight possibility!
Ciao! And remember. READ AND REVIEW!!