Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )
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By: TakaShira 
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Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 141 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 141 | Status: Completed
Dilandau and the Dragon Slayers entered the large training room silently. Ray was creeped out by they way the Dragon Slayers walked in two perfect lines. Even though the spanned out as they entered the room. Ray followed Dilandau over to his throne like chair. He sat down on it and she stood beside it.
“So Dilly-boy…” She started with a smile.
“Stop calling me that!” He erupted causing the already practicing Dragon Slayers to freeze for a couple seconds, then returned to working hard hoping they don’t get in trouble.
“Why?”
“Because I told you too.”
“OK.” She replied. Dilandau’s looked up at her. “What?” She asked looking at his puzzled face.
“Nothing.” He looked back at the training floor.
‘I already embarrassed him before, I guess I’ll have to be good to him.’ Ray thought as she watched Gatti block Miguel’s shot and come back with a complicated manoeuvre. ‘It’s like the Cheerleader Challenge.’ Ray thought of the cheerleading camp her and her team attended. One team would do something and the other would have to copy and take it further. She memorized Gatti’s move and added onto it, playing it out in her mind.
“Do you want to learn something today?” Dilandau asked.
“Yeah sure, if you think that you are up to the challenge of teaching me.” Ray replied still watching the slayers trying to learn some more cool moves.
“Come on then.” Dilandau stood up and drew his own sword, and stepped onto the training mat, causing the Slayers to hesitate before continuing.
Ray followed him up and stood before him. Dilandau moved around her and again placed his hand on her stomach and handing her the sword.
“I don’t need you to guide me Dilandau.” She said quietly.
“I know.” He replied, but he still guided her hand with his own.
After a few minutes of slow manoeuvres they could hear a rhythmic pounding of many boots coming closer. Dilandau released Ray, re-sheathed his blade and sat on his throne, signalling for Ray to stand beside him. Ray walked over and just as she stood straight the doors flew open allowing the Generals, their women and their soldiers to enter. The Dragon Slayers stopped their exercises and watched the older men line up behind their Generals.
“Dilandau get your boys off of here, our men need to train.” Korin grinned.
“Do I need to remind you who rules here?” Dilandau replied dangerously.
“How about we train together, a tournament.” Larin suggested with a smile.
“I agree.” Adolfis grinned.
“What do you say Dilandau?” Korin growled.
“Fine whatever.” Dilandau growled back. The Dragon Slayers stepped off of the training platform and stood in a line beside Dilandau.
“Well then how should we do this?” Korin smiled.
“We each chose a fighter and then they go one on one, the leaders of the winners can then chose one more Soldier, and the winner gets the training room for the day.” Larin explained.
“Whatever. Miguel.” Dilandau nodded to the mat. Miguel stepped back onto the mat.
“Akor.” Adolfis said, a man with short light blue hair stepped onto the mat.
“Mirazhe.” Larin instructed a man with golden hair that reached mid back in a loose braid, identical to Ray’s.
“How about…Shikrar.” Korin smiled, choosing a soldier who was the same rank as Miguel, but of more experience.
The combat quickly went underway. Miguel and Mirazhe fought mercilessly, yet Miguel still won, as did Shikrar and Akor. Korin’s soldier ended the battle with a little bit of difficulty as Adolfis had chosen his third in command.
“Well then Dilandau, chose a warrior, and chose wisely, because they get to go against Rishkaan.” Korin smiled as his second in command stepped forward. His muscle was visible and he was quite large.
‘Another football player.’ Ray smiled as she thought of the last one that she’d come across. He just didn’t understand, muscle isn’t everything.
Rishkaan stepped onto the mat and drew his sword, and began to show off with a few practice moves.
‘They know my Slayers moves, and none of my men can stand a chance against his force, Korin knows that…’ Dilandau’s eyes then drifted to Kia. They didn’t know how she fought, she didn’t rely on brute strength, but other abilities.
“Ray?” He asked quietly.
~*~
“What?” Ray didn’t look down at him.
“Do you think you can handle him?”
“What?” She hissed.
“He knows how we fight, and I am not going to be pushed around on my own ship.” Dilandau growled. Ray looked down at him, and saw that he was serious.
“I need a sword.” She said quietly.
Dilandau moved and drew his own blade.
“Now Dilandau, us Generals aren’t allowed to take part in this.” Korin smiled, ‘I’ve got this brat on the run.’
Dilandau handed his sword to Ray. She took it delicately and stepped onto the mat. The room erupted into laughter. Only Dilandau and his Slayers remained silent.
“Korin do I really have to fight this poor girl? I feel sorry for her.” Rishkaan said with a smile to Korin.
“Go easy on her.” Korin managed through his laugh.
“Yeah I’m just a sweet little innocent girl who can’t defend myself, really. I’d never lie, you stupid mother fucking cock suckin’ bitch.” Ray growled as she lifted the blade it was heavier then she was used to but she could work with it, it was just so natural, like a baton almost only much sharper.
The laughter had fallen when Ray had insulted Rishkaan, or Korin, no one could figure out whom she was talking to, Korin had spoken but she was looking at Rishkaan.
“Oh, just a second.” Ray said quickly, she set down the sword and reached into her hidden pocket that she had sewn on the inside of one of the legs of her flared prep pants. She pulled out a steel band, which she slipped her fingers into. She had one of her boys make this beauty for her; it fit her perfectly, never slipped and left a lovely imprint of the word ‘ouch’. She had another set in her bag that said ‘haha’, but she liked these ones more. “There we go.” She said lifting the sword with her left hand as she clenched her right into a fist to get the steel knuckles into place. She then shifted the blade into her right hand, back and forth. The chink of metal and metal sounded as the hilt hit her right hand again and stayed where it was. Ray knew she could use the blade in either hand, right preferably, and the knuckles on either hand as well, but her right arm always left a better imprint.
“That isn’t going to help you.” Rishkaan growled.
“We’ll see.” Ray smiled and stood ready.
Ray watched Rishkaan as he moved to the right then stopped and moved left, trying to get some sign of which side to attack. Ray remained still and silent with a smirk painted on her face.
Rishkaan was turning to go back to the right when suddenly he was hit in the side. Ray had tackled him but she’d miscalculated and went over his fallen body. In a flash she was on her feet and running at him again.
Rishkaan lifted his blade so that she’d have to block.
Ray threw Dilandau’s sword into her left hand and blocked Rishkaan’s own blade. She then brought her hand down onto his face. She could tell the word ‘ouch’ would bruise nicely on his face. While she was smiling she brought her hand into his ribs, hearing one crack after such contact with the cold metal on her hands.
Ray leapt back as Rishkaan swung his fist at her. Ray smiled. ‘Just another street fight.’ She thought as Rishkaan glared at her. She could tell he had never had his ribs broken before.
“You stupid bitch!” Rishkaan growled as he lunged at her.
“Well duh.” Ray smiled as she threw the sword into her right hand, placing her left on Rishkaan’s right shoulder as he rushed past her. She threw her self through the air spinning constantly, while turning her simple tornado into a semi somersault. She landed on her hands and rocketed back towards Rishkaan landing on his shoulders.
“Why you!” Korin growled as he watched his soldier reach up to grab Ray’s ankle.
Ray smiled and leaped up straight into the air, somersaulted again and landed on his shoulders again. Riahkaan reached for her again and she stepped off of his shoulders. She spun and with his arms still raised she quickly and repeatedly hit him in the stomach with the hilt of her sword.
Slowly Rishkaan belt over, Ray leapt back and spun herself, kicking the man in the side of the head, sending him flying across the ring.
Rishkaan landed on his side, he began to raise up slowly, his breathing rapid, he watched her as she stood there, he blade rested on her shoulder as she smiled down at him, looking cheerful and not the least bit tired.
“Tired?” She smirked?
“You demon bitch! Why don’t you use your sword?” Rishkaan tried not to show his weariness.
Ray shrugged, “Fine. But maybe some other time, you’re tired.” She laughed.
Rishkaan ran at her, blade aimed at her heart, wishing to kill her.
Ray deflected his sword with her own. As Rishkaan passed her she stuck out her foot. As Rishkaan stumbled, she hit him in the spine with the hilt of her blade, causing him to fall to his knees. He managed to spin around and block her sword. As Rishkaan attempted to kick Ray’s feet out from under her, he became unbalanced. Ray avoided his foot and kicked him in the chest, he fell onto his back. Ray pinned him down, placed her sword at his throat.
“You underestimated me. Too bad.” She smiled down at him as he looked back at her in anger.
“You fucking little whore.”
“Ya well that may be but this fucking little whore just kicked your ass. Um…Dil…Lord Dilandau. I’m afraid that if I let him up, and turn away he’ll kill me.”
“And you can’t handle him again?” Dilandau asked.
“Well I could, but I’m bored with this now.” Ray replied, not taking her eyes off of the man beneath her. “Hey Korin, how about we don’t kill me right now? I’m tired.” Ray said loud enough for the General to hear.
Korin was trembling with rage. But he managed to get out a few words, “Rishkaan, don’t…” and that was it. Ray smiled and stood up.
Ray tossed Dilandau’s sword back to him as she stretched.
“Well a deal is a deal, right Korin?” Larin said cautiously.
“Yes.” Korin growled dangerously. They turned and left quickly, Rishkaan surprised Ray because as he passed her he nodded his head in respect.
“So Dilly-boy…” She started with a smile.
“Stop calling me that!” He erupted causing the already practicing Dragon Slayers to freeze for a couple seconds, then returned to working hard hoping they don’t get in trouble.
“Why?”
“Because I told you too.”
“OK.” She replied. Dilandau’s looked up at her. “What?” She asked looking at his puzzled face.
“Nothing.” He looked back at the training floor.
‘I already embarrassed him before, I guess I’ll have to be good to him.’ Ray thought as she watched Gatti block Miguel’s shot and come back with a complicated manoeuvre. ‘It’s like the Cheerleader Challenge.’ Ray thought of the cheerleading camp her and her team attended. One team would do something and the other would have to copy and take it further. She memorized Gatti’s move and added onto it, playing it out in her mind.
“Do you want to learn something today?” Dilandau asked.
“Yeah sure, if you think that you are up to the challenge of teaching me.” Ray replied still watching the slayers trying to learn some more cool moves.
“Come on then.” Dilandau stood up and drew his own sword, and stepped onto the training mat, causing the Slayers to hesitate before continuing.
Ray followed him up and stood before him. Dilandau moved around her and again placed his hand on her stomach and handing her the sword.
“I don’t need you to guide me Dilandau.” She said quietly.
“I know.” He replied, but he still guided her hand with his own.
After a few minutes of slow manoeuvres they could hear a rhythmic pounding of many boots coming closer. Dilandau released Ray, re-sheathed his blade and sat on his throne, signalling for Ray to stand beside him. Ray walked over and just as she stood straight the doors flew open allowing the Generals, their women and their soldiers to enter. The Dragon Slayers stopped their exercises and watched the older men line up behind their Generals.
“Dilandau get your boys off of here, our men need to train.” Korin grinned.
“Do I need to remind you who rules here?” Dilandau replied dangerously.
“How about we train together, a tournament.” Larin suggested with a smile.
“I agree.” Adolfis grinned.
“What do you say Dilandau?” Korin growled.
“Fine whatever.” Dilandau growled back. The Dragon Slayers stepped off of the training platform and stood in a line beside Dilandau.
“Well then how should we do this?” Korin smiled.
“We each chose a fighter and then they go one on one, the leaders of the winners can then chose one more Soldier, and the winner gets the training room for the day.” Larin explained.
“Whatever. Miguel.” Dilandau nodded to the mat. Miguel stepped back onto the mat.
“Akor.” Adolfis said, a man with short light blue hair stepped onto the mat.
“Mirazhe.” Larin instructed a man with golden hair that reached mid back in a loose braid, identical to Ray’s.
“How about…Shikrar.” Korin smiled, choosing a soldier who was the same rank as Miguel, but of more experience.
The combat quickly went underway. Miguel and Mirazhe fought mercilessly, yet Miguel still won, as did Shikrar and Akor. Korin’s soldier ended the battle with a little bit of difficulty as Adolfis had chosen his third in command.
“Well then Dilandau, chose a warrior, and chose wisely, because they get to go against Rishkaan.” Korin smiled as his second in command stepped forward. His muscle was visible and he was quite large.
‘Another football player.’ Ray smiled as she thought of the last one that she’d come across. He just didn’t understand, muscle isn’t everything.
Rishkaan stepped onto the mat and drew his sword, and began to show off with a few practice moves.
‘They know my Slayers moves, and none of my men can stand a chance against his force, Korin knows that…’ Dilandau’s eyes then drifted to Kia. They didn’t know how she fought, she didn’t rely on brute strength, but other abilities.
“Ray?” He asked quietly.
~*~
“What?” Ray didn’t look down at him.
“Do you think you can handle him?”
“What?” She hissed.
“He knows how we fight, and I am not going to be pushed around on my own ship.” Dilandau growled. Ray looked down at him, and saw that he was serious.
“I need a sword.” She said quietly.
Dilandau moved and drew his own blade.
“Now Dilandau, us Generals aren’t allowed to take part in this.” Korin smiled, ‘I’ve got this brat on the run.’
Dilandau handed his sword to Ray. She took it delicately and stepped onto the mat. The room erupted into laughter. Only Dilandau and his Slayers remained silent.
“Korin do I really have to fight this poor girl? I feel sorry for her.” Rishkaan said with a smile to Korin.
“Go easy on her.” Korin managed through his laugh.
“Yeah I’m just a sweet little innocent girl who can’t defend myself, really. I’d never lie, you stupid mother fucking cock suckin’ bitch.” Ray growled as she lifted the blade it was heavier then she was used to but she could work with it, it was just so natural, like a baton almost only much sharper.
The laughter had fallen when Ray had insulted Rishkaan, or Korin, no one could figure out whom she was talking to, Korin had spoken but she was looking at Rishkaan.
“Oh, just a second.” Ray said quickly, she set down the sword and reached into her hidden pocket that she had sewn on the inside of one of the legs of her flared prep pants. She pulled out a steel band, which she slipped her fingers into. She had one of her boys make this beauty for her; it fit her perfectly, never slipped and left a lovely imprint of the word ‘ouch’. She had another set in her bag that said ‘haha’, but she liked these ones more. “There we go.” She said lifting the sword with her left hand as she clenched her right into a fist to get the steel knuckles into place. She then shifted the blade into her right hand, back and forth. The chink of metal and metal sounded as the hilt hit her right hand again and stayed where it was. Ray knew she could use the blade in either hand, right preferably, and the knuckles on either hand as well, but her right arm always left a better imprint.
“That isn’t going to help you.” Rishkaan growled.
“We’ll see.” Ray smiled and stood ready.
Ray watched Rishkaan as he moved to the right then stopped and moved left, trying to get some sign of which side to attack. Ray remained still and silent with a smirk painted on her face.
Rishkaan was turning to go back to the right when suddenly he was hit in the side. Ray had tackled him but she’d miscalculated and went over his fallen body. In a flash she was on her feet and running at him again.
Rishkaan lifted his blade so that she’d have to block.
Ray threw Dilandau’s sword into her left hand and blocked Rishkaan’s own blade. She then brought her hand down onto his face. She could tell the word ‘ouch’ would bruise nicely on his face. While she was smiling she brought her hand into his ribs, hearing one crack after such contact with the cold metal on her hands.
Ray leapt back as Rishkaan swung his fist at her. Ray smiled. ‘Just another street fight.’ She thought as Rishkaan glared at her. She could tell he had never had his ribs broken before.
“You stupid bitch!” Rishkaan growled as he lunged at her.
“Well duh.” Ray smiled as she threw the sword into her right hand, placing her left on Rishkaan’s right shoulder as he rushed past her. She threw her self through the air spinning constantly, while turning her simple tornado into a semi somersault. She landed on her hands and rocketed back towards Rishkaan landing on his shoulders.
“Why you!” Korin growled as he watched his soldier reach up to grab Ray’s ankle.
Ray smiled and leaped up straight into the air, somersaulted again and landed on his shoulders again. Riahkaan reached for her again and she stepped off of his shoulders. She spun and with his arms still raised she quickly and repeatedly hit him in the stomach with the hilt of her sword.
Slowly Rishkaan belt over, Ray leapt back and spun herself, kicking the man in the side of the head, sending him flying across the ring.
Rishkaan landed on his side, he began to raise up slowly, his breathing rapid, he watched her as she stood there, he blade rested on her shoulder as she smiled down at him, looking cheerful and not the least bit tired.
“Tired?” She smirked?
“You demon bitch! Why don’t you use your sword?” Rishkaan tried not to show his weariness.
Ray shrugged, “Fine. But maybe some other time, you’re tired.” She laughed.
Rishkaan ran at her, blade aimed at her heart, wishing to kill her.
Ray deflected his sword with her own. As Rishkaan passed her she stuck out her foot. As Rishkaan stumbled, she hit him in the spine with the hilt of her blade, causing him to fall to his knees. He managed to spin around and block her sword. As Rishkaan attempted to kick Ray’s feet out from under her, he became unbalanced. Ray avoided his foot and kicked him in the chest, he fell onto his back. Ray pinned him down, placed her sword at his throat.
“You underestimated me. Too bad.” She smiled down at him as he looked back at her in anger.
“You fucking little whore.”
“Ya well that may be but this fucking little whore just kicked your ass. Um…Dil…Lord Dilandau. I’m afraid that if I let him up, and turn away he’ll kill me.”
“And you can’t handle him again?” Dilandau asked.
“Well I could, but I’m bored with this now.” Ray replied, not taking her eyes off of the man beneath her. “Hey Korin, how about we don’t kill me right now? I’m tired.” Ray said loud enough for the General to hear.
Korin was trembling with rage. But he managed to get out a few words, “Rishkaan, don’t…” and that was it. Ray smiled and stood up.
Ray tossed Dilandau’s sword back to him as she stretched.
“Well a deal is a deal, right Korin?” Larin said cautiously.
“Yes.” Korin growled dangerously. They turned and left quickly, Rishkaan surprised Ray because as he passed her he nodded his head in respect.