Chapter 2
Dilandau Albatou looked towards his Dragonslayers as they stood around him, swords drawn and ready to train. Something was bugging him and as they looked at him waiting for him to attack he put his sword back in its sheath. Confused they did the same.
"Lord Dilandau what is it?" asked Miguel.
"Nothing, I just don't feel like sparring today…" he said as he walked towards the woods. "I am going for a walk, continue your training."
"And don't bother following me!" he yelled at them as he disappeared into the forest.
They looked at each other confused and then shrugged. If he wants to be alone let him… thought Miguel.
Dilandau didn't know how long he had been walking through the woods but he knew he must be a good distance from the others.
"Maybe I should start heading back…" he said to himself looking up at the sky. The sun was starting to set making the woods become darker then before. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and tripped over something. He fell to the ground with a soft cry and then looked for what he had tripped over. It was so dark now that he could just make out the outline of the body. He got up and walked closer.
"I tripped over a… girl?" he said surprised "I wonder who she is and what she is doing here…" He rolled her over and a muffled groan came out. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him through foggy vision.
"Who…?" she asked as she fell unconscious again.
"I want to take her back for questioning," Dilandau thought to himself. "Maybe she knows where the Dragon that Donkirks so obsessed with is…"
He grabbed her collar and started to drag her toward his melef unit but something made him stop. He turned around and looked down at the unconscious girl he was dragging along and a slight twinge of sympathy managed to touch his heart. Sighing he bent down and picked her up, her head resting on his shoulder as if she was awake but wouldn't let him know it. He quickly continued his treck back to his waiting guymelef. When the hatch hissed open he placed her in and then went into flight mode and flew back to the Vione.
After he docked his melef he took her out and went to find a room for her. As he walked out into the hall he saw Chesta and Miguel coming towards him. "I am not explaining anything!" he thought.
"Lord Dilandau what happened?" Chesta asked, "We trained for hours waiting for you to come back and then Folken ordered us to return to the Vione."
"I got sidetracked on my return…" muttered Dilandau.
"Obviously" said Miguel. Chesta elbowed him in the side. "Atchwa atwha ouya aysa!" he said to him in the Slayers secret language (piglatin).
Dilandau shoved past them and grumbled, "I will deal with you later…" Then as a final farewell he yelled, "AND DON'T THINK I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THAT!"
He stopped in front of a door just a little further down the hall and opened the door with a little difficulty. He walked over to the bed and laid her down on it. The sunlight from the window streamed onto her face making her hair sparkle.
A groan escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, then squinted against the sunlight.
"I wish those curtains were shut…" she mumbled as Dilandau walked toward the window. But before he got there though they slid shut.
"Oh thanks that's much better" she said as his eyes grew big.
"How did you do that?" he asked suspiciously.
She looked at him confused. "Do what? I didn't do anything. I just wanted the curtains shut and you shut them."
She looked around at all the strange furniture that was there. "Where am I?" She asked.
"Your in the Zaibach Fortress" he said coming to stand next to the bed.
"What is a Zaibach Fortress?" she asked, "and who are you?"
She looked at his face as she asked those questions. The white silvery hair made him look handsome, she thought, but his eyes are what held her attention. They were red like rubies(or blood), she had never seen eyes like his.
"I am Dilandau Albatou, Leader of the Dragonslayers" he said reagally, straightening to his full height.
"Hmm…Dilandau Albatou" she whispered in almost an eerie sort of way.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Jhori," she said softly, "Jhori Dillanea Miana Lee."
"Where are you from?" he asked, "Austria? Fanelia? Fried?"
She just stared at him. "Where are those places? I have never heard of them before" she said "maybe I need to get a new map…I'm from Tokyo, Japan."
"This girl is from the Mystic Moon!" thought Dilandau, "Maybe she knows that girl that Van has hanging on him…"
