Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: TakaShira 
Hate for the heart and an interesting dream.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 148 | Status: Completed
Hate for the heart and an interesting dream.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 148 | Status: Completed
Ray raced down the wall ways. ‘Well now there was no point to that! I hope Dilandau is happy, he got to show me off, and I hope my performance tells him not to do it again. Oh!!! I can’t believe him! Jerk, he’s as bad as those guys who date a girl just for her looks. But we’re not dating and I should…oh god, I need to calm down. I mean even if I do get away from here, where would I go!?’ She sighed and slowed down slightly as her feet began to hurt her. She noticed the familiar set of doors near by her. She sighed and entered them.
The training room unfolded before her as she reached down and yanked off her shoes. She threw them off to the side and wished that she had something better to wear, but the dress was easy to move in as long as she didn’t try anything to fancy. She limped over to the sword rack. As she picked up a blade she looked down at her red feet. She expected to see blood, a blister at the least, but it was just bruised and red. She sighed and walked into the centre of the room.
‘If I am going to stay here any longer, I am not going to be a pathetic girl who needs a man to please just to live. No I will be a warrior. Maybe not a Dragon Slayer, maybe not even of this place. But first I am going to learn here, learn all about this place. I mean I don’t even know what it’s called. I need someone to teach me. I might be able to talk Dilandau into teaching me combat, but who would teach me knowledge?’ She thought as she slowly brought the sword down, feeling it’s weight as well as gravity pull on her tired muscle. ‘Putting up with that horrible man took a lot out of me.’ She sighed as she moved the sword horizontal and turned slowly. ‘I’m not going back am I? She asked silently moving slowly again.
Dilandau raced down the hallway. The sound of her shoes had disappeared, he couldn’t even hear the sound of her feet hitting the cold floor. He sped up slightly. ‘Did Korin find her somehow? No I would have heard him yell, she must already be in her room.’ Dilandau calmed down, as well as slowed his run to a brisk walk. He stepped into the dark room. “You could add some light you silly girl. He thought with a smile as he stepped through the dark to her bed. He noted that her clothes were not on the floor, but the smell of fresh roses drifted into the room from the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed. He suddenly bolted back onto his feet.
“Ray?” He asked. “Ray!” He called. There was no answer. Dilandau’s face became a sickly grey. He ran into the bathroom, then the balcony, but she wasn’t there. He growled, which turned into a frustrated yell. “Korin, if you touch her!!!” Dilandau screamed. He quickly exited the empty room and started back towards the way he came, this time just at a powerful, angry walk.
Dilandau passed the training room, suddenly getting an urge to look in there. He pressed the entry pad impatiently. It slid open almost silently, and there she was. She was still in her dress, with the sword. She held it accurately, but Dilandau could see it was hurting her tired muscles. Dilandau stood there and watched her, entranced by the determination and anger shown in her features. The gracefulness of her movement, which were now becoming faster, as if she was trying to finish something she had started. She stopped and fell to her knees. Dilandau quickly stepped forward to help her up. But she struggled to her feet herself.
“I hate him so much.” She growled as she raised the blade, bringing it down, killing her invisible foe. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” She chanted with her movements. “I am never going back and I hate him! I don’t want to go back. I hate him.” Every time she repeated that she hated him, she would kill another imaginary enemy.
‘Korin? Me?’ Dilandau thought as he watched her.
“Tory, this is all your fault. And I HATE YOU!” She screamed releasing the sword, listening it screech across the hard floor.
Dilandau sighed as she had not said his but someone else’s name.
“I hate you.” She whispered. She knelt down resting her head on her bare arm. She suddenly laughed. “This is going to be a bitch to clean. I hope Dilly-boy doesn’t get too mad.” She said out loud.
“Don’t worry about it.” Dilandau replied quietly. Ray’s head shot up and she glared at him.
“How long have you been there!?” She demanded.
“I only just got here.” He lied, thinking it was best.
“Good.” She sighed and tried to get up.
Dilandau came forward and swept her up into his arms. “I’ll take you back to you’re room.”
“And you’ll lock me in there.” She growled.
“No.”
“No?” She asked astounded.
“You have proven that I can trust you. You could have easily escaped.”
“I have no where to go.” She replied quietly.
“I would love to lock your door tonight though because I don’t want Korin to do anything to you. But if I trust you this much, I want you to trust me at least a little.” Dilandau said just as quiet, as he carried her down the hallway.
“I’m letting you carry me aren’t I?” She asked looking up at him.
“Yes, so?”
“And I let you pull my chair out for me.”
“Well it would be rude if either of us opposed.”
“Well I’d hardly ever let a guy do these things so there, I trust you not to drop me, or make me look like an idiot by pulling my chair out from under me. So I trust you, a little. As much as I can anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well first of all, you raped me, and you hit me like three, four times a day!” She looked like she wanted to go on, but was too tired. “I just want to go to bed.” She sighed.
“And that’s where I’m taking you.” Dilandau smiled as he saw her door appear before them. He looked down at her and saw she was practically asleep. “You are going to have to change.” He said quickly before she completely closed her eyes.
“I forgot my shoes.” She sighed annoyed.
“I’ll get them when I go back, and give them to you tomorrow, but you still have to change.” He said as they entered her dark room, the only light was from the moons outside.
“Yeah yeah.” She sighed as he gently placed her on her feet.
“There’s a robe on your bed.”
“So you think I don’t like sleeping with clothes on do you?” She asked, sounding more mean then sarcastic and fun. “I’m just kidding Dilly-boy, I’ve got no problem goin’ skin.” She sighed.
“You must need sleep, you are barely making sense.” Dilandau smiled as he placed an arm around her waist as if she was going to drop to the ground.
“Oh you just don’t understand.” She sighed and pulled away from him.
“Then teach me!” He spread his arms wide.
“Only if you teach me how to use a sword.” She countered.
“You are just fine with one.” He replied.
“But I want to be better. And I want to know about your world, can someone here teach me?” She asked wearily. She wrapped the robe around her, and somehow, she removed her dress and all other clothes.
“I might be able to talk Folken into it.”
“Again with Folken, weird ass name if you ask me.”
“Well I’m not asking you, now go to bed.”
“You can’t send me to bed.” She said outraged. She turned to him, the robe tied shut.
“I can if a try.” He said as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the bed. He gently tossed her down. “Now go to sleep, please.” He begged. He then kissed her forehead affectionately and left.
Dilandau stood outside Ray’s room for a few minutes. Battling himself about locking her door. He finally thought against it, but decided on the thought of placing a guard there, allowing no one in, but she could come out, without an escort, as long as she made clear where she was going, and how long she’d be. He then left, deciding that he would go to bed as well. He felt good about knowing they’d be falling asleep together. ‘What the hell is wrong with me? I should talk to Folken.’ He thought as he remembered what he had just done. “Goodnight Demon Woman.” He whispered then disappeared down the hallway.
~*~
While Dilandau slept soundly in his room, while the drunken soldier attempted to bed a women, disgracing themselves thoroughly. The Dragon Slayers slept well, under probation from alcohol and women until the Generals and their men left. Korin was beating his girl while the other Generals slept peacefully, while their women debated to themselves whether or not they should throw themselves over the balcony, or just poison their masters, but eventually fell asleep. The guard at Ray’s door was flirting with a passing wench. As she smiled and batted her thick eyelashes, he made up stories of how he was soon going to be promoted to one of Dilandau’s personal Dragon Slayers, instead of just another boy in the army. Soon those two disappeared down the dark hallway to provide each other with the pleasures of life.
All this happened while Ray lay in her bed. She was rolling over trying to get comfortable in her sleep as she continued dreaming.
Ray was back on earth, where she belonged, in Tory’s arms. He talked to her, about how he was sorry, and how he was just a stupid boy to do what he did.
Ray looked up at him, and felt a small tinge in her heart, telling her that he was only going to hurt her again. But it didn’t hurt as much.
“I’m sorry Tory, but I can never love you as much as I used to.” She whispered to him.
“Even if you didn’t hate me I’d be happy. I am so sorry.” He whispered back. He stepped away from her and got down on one knee and handed her a rose.
Ray took the rose and stared at it, not hearing Tory’s word of how he wanted her back. She felt two tears race down her face, each landing on the soft petals. Ray raised her eyes up to the sky, the rose reminded her of something. When she looked back down at the flower, the tears had enveloped the petals causing them to turn silver, with only two small spots that remained red.
“Dilandau…” She whispered. She was lifted into the air, away from Tory.
She landed back on soft grass, with the earth hanging in the sky. She looked around.
Across the meadow, blood was spilt over the greenery. She saw the many soulless bodies that littered the earth. And there in the midst of it stood Dilandau, fighting with a large faceless man. The Dragon Slayers stood, ignoring their injuries but were easily cut back down by the faceless man.
“Dilandau!” Ray called. Dilandau looked over at her. His yes lit up, and then went dark and blank, as his head fell from his body.
The faceless being then started towards Ray, who was frozen to the spot. This creature had just killed the only one on this damn planet that had helped Ray, even if it was in a small way. He had taken her in, out of the wilderness where she would not have survived for long, and even if she had made it out, she had no idea where to go, what to do, or who to trust. Ray watched him approach her slowly.
His face was dark, a vortex of black. She watched as colour threw itself into the mix and formed the face of Korin.
Korin grabbed Ray roughly and beat her. Laughing as she struggled, and cried. He had just killed her friend, and now she wouldn’t even be allowed to go back and make things right with Tory.
“DILANDAU!” She screamed as she fought off the large man as he tried to slash her throat.
“There really is no use calling for him. He’s dead, and even if he was alive, you think he’d help a whore like you?” Korin asked amused.
But Ray saw the way Dilandau’s eyes had lit up when he had saw her. ‘Of course that would never happen.’
Suddenly Ray was falling, she landed in water. She swam around trying to find the surface and it’s precious air, suddenly she was burning. Burning in the cold water, while sea creatures swan around her, murderous looks in there eyes.
She looked up and saw Tory’s face in the water, and next to it floated Dilandau’s. They came together and suddenly she was enveloped in a burning white light.
She was suddenly surrounded by people, grey coloured people. She saw Dilandau and the Dragon Slayers walking slowly. She rush forward to them, but they walked straight through her. Ray sank to her knees as more people she didn’t know walked through her.
Gone, all gone. I’m always alone…She cried with that last thought.
The burning sensation enveloped her body again, causing her to scream in pain, horrible pain, that she felt she deserved.
Ray sat up, she still felt on fire. She threw off the blankets and jumped off the bed, letting the cold floor sooth her feet, leaving the rest of her body burning.
“Dilandau…” She whispered. “It was a dream, just a dream. But…” She grabbed her housecoat and threw it over her shoulders. “Please be ok.” She said as she rushed to the door of her room, as darkness concealed her.
The training room unfolded before her as she reached down and yanked off her shoes. She threw them off to the side and wished that she had something better to wear, but the dress was easy to move in as long as she didn’t try anything to fancy. She limped over to the sword rack. As she picked up a blade she looked down at her red feet. She expected to see blood, a blister at the least, but it was just bruised and red. She sighed and walked into the centre of the room.
‘If I am going to stay here any longer, I am not going to be a pathetic girl who needs a man to please just to live. No I will be a warrior. Maybe not a Dragon Slayer, maybe not even of this place. But first I am going to learn here, learn all about this place. I mean I don’t even know what it’s called. I need someone to teach me. I might be able to talk Dilandau into teaching me combat, but who would teach me knowledge?’ She thought as she slowly brought the sword down, feeling it’s weight as well as gravity pull on her tired muscle. ‘Putting up with that horrible man took a lot out of me.’ She sighed as she moved the sword horizontal and turned slowly. ‘I’m not going back am I? She asked silently moving slowly again.
Dilandau raced down the hallway. The sound of her shoes had disappeared, he couldn’t even hear the sound of her feet hitting the cold floor. He sped up slightly. ‘Did Korin find her somehow? No I would have heard him yell, she must already be in her room.’ Dilandau calmed down, as well as slowed his run to a brisk walk. He stepped into the dark room. “You could add some light you silly girl. He thought with a smile as he stepped through the dark to her bed. He noted that her clothes were not on the floor, but the smell of fresh roses drifted into the room from the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed. He suddenly bolted back onto his feet.
“Ray?” He asked. “Ray!” He called. There was no answer. Dilandau’s face became a sickly grey. He ran into the bathroom, then the balcony, but she wasn’t there. He growled, which turned into a frustrated yell. “Korin, if you touch her!!!” Dilandau screamed. He quickly exited the empty room and started back towards the way he came, this time just at a powerful, angry walk.
Dilandau passed the training room, suddenly getting an urge to look in there. He pressed the entry pad impatiently. It slid open almost silently, and there she was. She was still in her dress, with the sword. She held it accurately, but Dilandau could see it was hurting her tired muscles. Dilandau stood there and watched her, entranced by the determination and anger shown in her features. The gracefulness of her movement, which were now becoming faster, as if she was trying to finish something she had started. She stopped and fell to her knees. Dilandau quickly stepped forward to help her up. But she struggled to her feet herself.
“I hate him so much.” She growled as she raised the blade, bringing it down, killing her invisible foe. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” She chanted with her movements. “I am never going back and I hate him! I don’t want to go back. I hate him.” Every time she repeated that she hated him, she would kill another imaginary enemy.
‘Korin? Me?’ Dilandau thought as he watched her.
“Tory, this is all your fault. And I HATE YOU!” She screamed releasing the sword, listening it screech across the hard floor.
Dilandau sighed as she had not said his but someone else’s name.
“I hate you.” She whispered. She knelt down resting her head on her bare arm. She suddenly laughed. “This is going to be a bitch to clean. I hope Dilly-boy doesn’t get too mad.” She said out loud.
“Don’t worry about it.” Dilandau replied quietly. Ray’s head shot up and she glared at him.
“How long have you been there!?” She demanded.
“I only just got here.” He lied, thinking it was best.
“Good.” She sighed and tried to get up.
Dilandau came forward and swept her up into his arms. “I’ll take you back to you’re room.”
“And you’ll lock me in there.” She growled.
“No.”
“No?” She asked astounded.
“You have proven that I can trust you. You could have easily escaped.”
“I have no where to go.” She replied quietly.
“I would love to lock your door tonight though because I don’t want Korin to do anything to you. But if I trust you this much, I want you to trust me at least a little.” Dilandau said just as quiet, as he carried her down the hallway.
“I’m letting you carry me aren’t I?” She asked looking up at him.
“Yes, so?”
“And I let you pull my chair out for me.”
“Well it would be rude if either of us opposed.”
“Well I’d hardly ever let a guy do these things so there, I trust you not to drop me, or make me look like an idiot by pulling my chair out from under me. So I trust you, a little. As much as I can anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well first of all, you raped me, and you hit me like three, four times a day!” She looked like she wanted to go on, but was too tired. “I just want to go to bed.” She sighed.
“And that’s where I’m taking you.” Dilandau smiled as he saw her door appear before them. He looked down at her and saw she was practically asleep. “You are going to have to change.” He said quickly before she completely closed her eyes.
“I forgot my shoes.” She sighed annoyed.
“I’ll get them when I go back, and give them to you tomorrow, but you still have to change.” He said as they entered her dark room, the only light was from the moons outside.
“Yeah yeah.” She sighed as he gently placed her on her feet.
“There’s a robe on your bed.”
“So you think I don’t like sleeping with clothes on do you?” She asked, sounding more mean then sarcastic and fun. “I’m just kidding Dilly-boy, I’ve got no problem goin’ skin.” She sighed.
“You must need sleep, you are barely making sense.” Dilandau smiled as he placed an arm around her waist as if she was going to drop to the ground.
“Oh you just don’t understand.” She sighed and pulled away from him.
“Then teach me!” He spread his arms wide.
“Only if you teach me how to use a sword.” She countered.
“You are just fine with one.” He replied.
“But I want to be better. And I want to know about your world, can someone here teach me?” She asked wearily. She wrapped the robe around her, and somehow, she removed her dress and all other clothes.
“I might be able to talk Folken into it.”
“Again with Folken, weird ass name if you ask me.”
“Well I’m not asking you, now go to bed.”
“You can’t send me to bed.” She said outraged. She turned to him, the robe tied shut.
“I can if a try.” He said as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the bed. He gently tossed her down. “Now go to sleep, please.” He begged. He then kissed her forehead affectionately and left.
Dilandau stood outside Ray’s room for a few minutes. Battling himself about locking her door. He finally thought against it, but decided on the thought of placing a guard there, allowing no one in, but she could come out, without an escort, as long as she made clear where she was going, and how long she’d be. He then left, deciding that he would go to bed as well. He felt good about knowing they’d be falling asleep together. ‘What the hell is wrong with me? I should talk to Folken.’ He thought as he remembered what he had just done. “Goodnight Demon Woman.” He whispered then disappeared down the hallway.
~*~
While Dilandau slept soundly in his room, while the drunken soldier attempted to bed a women, disgracing themselves thoroughly. The Dragon Slayers slept well, under probation from alcohol and women until the Generals and their men left. Korin was beating his girl while the other Generals slept peacefully, while their women debated to themselves whether or not they should throw themselves over the balcony, or just poison their masters, but eventually fell asleep. The guard at Ray’s door was flirting with a passing wench. As she smiled and batted her thick eyelashes, he made up stories of how he was soon going to be promoted to one of Dilandau’s personal Dragon Slayers, instead of just another boy in the army. Soon those two disappeared down the dark hallway to provide each other with the pleasures of life.
All this happened while Ray lay in her bed. She was rolling over trying to get comfortable in her sleep as she continued dreaming.
Ray was back on earth, where she belonged, in Tory’s arms. He talked to her, about how he was sorry, and how he was just a stupid boy to do what he did.
Ray looked up at him, and felt a small tinge in her heart, telling her that he was only going to hurt her again. But it didn’t hurt as much.
“I’m sorry Tory, but I can never love you as much as I used to.” She whispered to him.
“Even if you didn’t hate me I’d be happy. I am so sorry.” He whispered back. He stepped away from her and got down on one knee and handed her a rose.
Ray took the rose and stared at it, not hearing Tory’s word of how he wanted her back. She felt two tears race down her face, each landing on the soft petals. Ray raised her eyes up to the sky, the rose reminded her of something. When she looked back down at the flower, the tears had enveloped the petals causing them to turn silver, with only two small spots that remained red.
“Dilandau…” She whispered. She was lifted into the air, away from Tory.
She landed back on soft grass, with the earth hanging in the sky. She looked around.
Across the meadow, blood was spilt over the greenery. She saw the many soulless bodies that littered the earth. And there in the midst of it stood Dilandau, fighting with a large faceless man. The Dragon Slayers stood, ignoring their injuries but were easily cut back down by the faceless man.
“Dilandau!” Ray called. Dilandau looked over at her. His yes lit up, and then went dark and blank, as his head fell from his body.
The faceless being then started towards Ray, who was frozen to the spot. This creature had just killed the only one on this damn planet that had helped Ray, even if it was in a small way. He had taken her in, out of the wilderness where she would not have survived for long, and even if she had made it out, she had no idea where to go, what to do, or who to trust. Ray watched him approach her slowly.
His face was dark, a vortex of black. She watched as colour threw itself into the mix and formed the face of Korin.
Korin grabbed Ray roughly and beat her. Laughing as she struggled, and cried. He had just killed her friend, and now she wouldn’t even be allowed to go back and make things right with Tory.
“DILANDAU!” She screamed as she fought off the large man as he tried to slash her throat.
“There really is no use calling for him. He’s dead, and even if he was alive, you think he’d help a whore like you?” Korin asked amused.
But Ray saw the way Dilandau’s eyes had lit up when he had saw her. ‘Of course that would never happen.’
Suddenly Ray was falling, she landed in water. She swam around trying to find the surface and it’s precious air, suddenly she was burning. Burning in the cold water, while sea creatures swan around her, murderous looks in there eyes.
She looked up and saw Tory’s face in the water, and next to it floated Dilandau’s. They came together and suddenly she was enveloped in a burning white light.
She was suddenly surrounded by people, grey coloured people. She saw Dilandau and the Dragon Slayers walking slowly. She rush forward to them, but they walked straight through her. Ray sank to her knees as more people she didn’t know walked through her.
Gone, all gone. I’m always alone…She cried with that last thought.
The burning sensation enveloped her body again, causing her to scream in pain, horrible pain, that she felt she deserved.
Ray sat up, she still felt on fire. She threw off the blankets and jumped off the bed, letting the cold floor sooth her feet, leaving the rest of her body burning.
“Dilandau…” She whispered. “It was a dream, just a dream. But…” She grabbed her housecoat and threw it over her shoulders. “Please be ok.” She said as she rushed to the door of her room, as darkness concealed her.