Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TakaShira 
A new Dragon Slayer, and the dreams of the cursed killer
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 135 | Status: Completed
A new Dragon Slayer, and the dreams of the cursed killer
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 135 | Status: Completed
“Nice!” Miguel began. The other Dragon Slayers joined in with cheering Ray on.
“Ray.” Dilandau said silencing all sound.
“Yeah?” She smiled.
“Be a Dragon Slayer.” He replied.
“I already told you.”
“And I don’t care.”
“Oh Dilly-boy, it just can’t happen.”
“Leave us for a few minutes.” Dilandau snapped at his Dragon Sayers, who exited hastily.
“Dilandau, come on.” Ray smiled.
Suddenly Dilandau rushed at her, sword out, Ray tried to dodge but he grabbed her around the waist and threw her down onto the mat, pinning her down. He backhanded her, leaving a bright red mark on her face, he brought his hand back down leaving another mark on the opposite side of her face.
“Dilandau!” Ray cried out as he hit her again.
Dilandau raised his hand again but he looked down at the fear painted on her face. ‘Fear, again. Why?’ He brought his hand down slowly and caressed the side of her face, she flinched away the instant that he tried to touch her. “Ray…” He whispered.
She didn’t respond. She simple rested her head to the side and stared at the wall.
“You’re a Dragon Slayer now, ok?” He said.
Ray still didn’t answer him, frustrating Dilandau to the point that he wanted to hit her again.
“You are my Dragon Slayer, and you will respect me.” He said quietly, she continued to face the wall. Dilandau cupped her chin roughly, causing her to flinch, but he ignore it and forced her to face him, but she lowered her eyes from his face. “Get up.” He said quickly as he stood. He offered her his hand, which she refused.
He lead the way out of the room. As they passed the Dragon Slayers he told them to get back to training. He and Ray walked in silence towards her room.
He slid the door open for her, waiting for her to enter. The second she got through the door, he shut and locked it, then headed for his room, so that he could get some of his anger out productively.
~*~
Ray leaned against the door for a few seconds. ‘Ok, so why am I afraid now? I wasn’t before. And he looked so crazy before, but now he doesn’t. Maybe that’s why. Before he was a crazy, and now, oh I don’t know. But I hate this shit. Stupid Tory this is your fault. I hope you feel like shit. I bet your already screwing that chick everyone said you were cheating on me with huh. Oh well that bitch deserves an ass like you.’ She thought as tears ran down her face at the thought. ‘Damn! I miss you, you stupid bitch!’ She sank down to the floor and cried. For the first time since she had gotten there, she really cried.
Ray managed to crawl to her bed and curl up on it, still allowing tears to flow across her face freely.
Thoughts of why and what rushed through her head as floodgates opened once again as she realized that she wouldn’t be going home.
“And now I’m a Dragon Slayer. What the hell does that mean anyway? Does it mean that I have to train with them because I might not feel like it. Dilly-boy can’t make me. Actually ‘m sure he’d drag me there, but he can’t make me do anything.” She growled as she lay on her stomach and stared at the large mirror that hung on her wall. She looked so tired. “Well duh, you were up all night fighting off assassins.” Suddenly she burst into tears again. ‘I killed that dude. Oh my god…’ She closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.
~*~
Later in the afternoon, Dilandau entered Ray’s room silently. He saw her sleeping form, the right side of her face visible, along with the bruise on it. Dilandau winced as he remembered how she had gotten it, and how he had felt giving it to her. It was a hollow victory.
He moved across the room and sat on the edge of her bed, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.
“What the hell do you want?” She asked with closed eyes, causing Dilandau to jump slightly. “Is Lord Dilandau a little jumpy today?” She asked her eyes remaining closed, so that she would not have to look at him.
Dilandau listened to her say Lord, is was so dead tone, no longer mocking as it had been only this morning. “You are supposed to go to Folken.” He said quietly, watching her.
“And? I can go tomorrow, I’m tired.”
“You can go today.”
“No! I just defended YOUR god damn honour, so the least you can do is say thank you and get the hell out so I can sleep…my lord.” She growled, still refusing to open her eyes.
Dilandau stared down at her, she was right and he knew it. But she was still disrespectful to him, even if she did call him ‘lord’. He sighed and stood up. “Fine.” He said, though he still refused to say thank you. He left silently to tell Folken that she would see him the next day.
Dilandau entered the hallway, and suddenly paled. He would never let one of his Slayers miss anything. ‘No it is just because she is tired, that’s it. She deserves rest, she worked hard, tomorrow, there will be no getting out of anything, although a day away from her would work wonders on me. She can just spend the day with Folken.’
Dilandau walked rather briskly to Folken’s study. He entered without knocking, and saw the older man sitting on an elegantly carved wooden chair with a small table to match. Although Folken sat in the shadows with a single candle for his light, he seemed calm, even as Dilandau crossed the room.
“Where is she Dilandau?” Folken asked not looking up.
“Resting, she will come tomorrow, for the entire day.”
“I see…” Folken raised his eyes.
“Before you try to tell me some insane theory that it is love, let me inform you that it isn’t, she just defeated Korin’s best man, I believe that she deserves a rest as he was much bigger and stronger then her.
“And would any other Slayer get this privilege?” The older man questioned.
“Yes.” Dilandau replied, unsure.
“If that’s what you think, who am I to say other wise.” Folken returned to his book. “I still look forward to meeting this woman.”
“I’m sure.” Dilandau growled. He quickly left before Folken tried to bring him into another conversation, even if it had nothing to do with her, Folken would find some way to manipulate the young General.
~*~
Dilandau didn’t return to his room, nor did he go to Ray’s. He had an obligation to go to the banquet hall for supper, but he didn’t go there either. Dilandau wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Vione. His mind blank, yet confused. He wanted to kill someone, something, as he was made to do, but to his dismay, no one crossed his path.
Dilandau suddenly felt a breeze brush his face lightly, thus he froze where he stood. He hadn’t realized that he was standing on a balcony. He looked at the ground, a fair way beneath him, watching the lights of a small village that he could see but they didn’t know he was watching them. He sighed as he looked down at the village, all he saw were the lights, but he knew that they were all having supper, and enjoying it. Dilandau suddenly wished them all to die, to burn, but he could not reach them.
He stood there for the longest time, even as the village and many others passed under him, then vanished in the dark. He didn’t hear the light footsteps behind him, or the rustle of fabric in the breeze, he just watched the lights below, focusing on them as best he could so that his demon would not have an opening to enter his mind.
Still somehow, his demons found their way in. Showering his subconscious like the hated rain, with the souls of the innocence that Dilandau had slaughtered mercilessly. He knew each face, how each had died at his hand. He knew their wounds and their pleads that he had ignored. They haunted his mind constantly, whenever they found an opening. And they almost always found an opening. Dilandau knew that the only way to get rid of them is to find his piece. But he had no idea how to do that when they constantly attacked him. There was no escaping them.
“Lord Dilandau?” A soft voice came from behind him.
He ignored the noise for a few seconds before replying, “What is it?” He asked softly, forgetting his harsh nature.
“Are you all right Lord Dilandau?” The smooth voice asked cautiously.
Dilandau finally turned slowly to face his intruder. There before him stood Talina, Korin’s young wench.
“What do you want?” Dilandau asked harshly.
“I…I was just walking and…you looked, lonely.” She cautiously replied.
“And?”
“And your girl Rayana, is she ok?” Talina asked carefully.
Dilandau turned his back to her as she mentioned his demon woman.
“I’m sorry my lord, have I said something wrong?” She asked taking a step towards him.
“No.” Dilandau replied coldly.
“My Lord Korin was wondering why you and Lady Rayana did not join us for supper.”
“You can go back to Korin and tell him we are both very busy.” Dilandau growled. The girl bowed and swiftly walked away.
Dilandau returned to the hell that washed over his mind the moment he finished his sentence.
~*~
Dilandau silently strode through the hallways once again, this time towards his room. His mind still haunted by the images of the innocence that he had extinguished.
Suddenly he froze, trying to pull the face back to him, he knew it, better then the others, but he had never seen it like that before.
‘Where did you go!?’ He screamed trying to find it. He gave up, and the second he did it drifted through his mind again.
There was the blond hair, the green eyes, as well as the same dazzling smile that made him want to sink to his knees. Ray floated in front of his eyes again. Pain visible in her eyes, yet there were no tears. She seemed angry and hurt, but still strong, and refusing to completely give up.
‘Why are you here?’ He asked meaning the question in many different ways. Why was she on Gaea, why was she in his mind, why was she here with him? Was it Dornkirk messing with fate again? No surely the General would have heard of the plan. Or Folken would try harder to keep this girl safe. She must be here for some other reason. Was there a way that he could use her to his advantage? ‘Why the hell are you here?’
He entered his room allowing the pure darkness to envelope his body. His thoughts still on the girl from the Mystic Moon, trying to find some sort of a reason to why she was there in his mind and on his planet.
‘Why do I care so much? She is truly nothing to me. Nothing.’ He thought, as he lay flat on his bed, his eyes averted to the ceiling, which he could not see through the darkness. He watched the faces again, waiting for her to resurface. Sure enough she appeared after the rest as she was most recent.
‘Why are you here? I haven’t killed you, I haven’t destroyed you. What have I done to you?’ He closed his eyes and thought hard, before drifting soundly to sleep.
“Ray.” Dilandau said silencing all sound.
“Yeah?” She smiled.
“Be a Dragon Slayer.” He replied.
“I already told you.”
“And I don’t care.”
“Oh Dilly-boy, it just can’t happen.”
“Leave us for a few minutes.” Dilandau snapped at his Dragon Sayers, who exited hastily.
“Dilandau, come on.” Ray smiled.
Suddenly Dilandau rushed at her, sword out, Ray tried to dodge but he grabbed her around the waist and threw her down onto the mat, pinning her down. He backhanded her, leaving a bright red mark on her face, he brought his hand back down leaving another mark on the opposite side of her face.
“Dilandau!” Ray cried out as he hit her again.
Dilandau raised his hand again but he looked down at the fear painted on her face. ‘Fear, again. Why?’ He brought his hand down slowly and caressed the side of her face, she flinched away the instant that he tried to touch her. “Ray…” He whispered.
She didn’t respond. She simple rested her head to the side and stared at the wall.
“You’re a Dragon Slayer now, ok?” He said.
Ray still didn’t answer him, frustrating Dilandau to the point that he wanted to hit her again.
“You are my Dragon Slayer, and you will respect me.” He said quietly, she continued to face the wall. Dilandau cupped her chin roughly, causing her to flinch, but he ignore it and forced her to face him, but she lowered her eyes from his face. “Get up.” He said quickly as he stood. He offered her his hand, which she refused.
He lead the way out of the room. As they passed the Dragon Slayers he told them to get back to training. He and Ray walked in silence towards her room.
He slid the door open for her, waiting for her to enter. The second she got through the door, he shut and locked it, then headed for his room, so that he could get some of his anger out productively.
~*~
Ray leaned against the door for a few seconds. ‘Ok, so why am I afraid now? I wasn’t before. And he looked so crazy before, but now he doesn’t. Maybe that’s why. Before he was a crazy, and now, oh I don’t know. But I hate this shit. Stupid Tory this is your fault. I hope you feel like shit. I bet your already screwing that chick everyone said you were cheating on me with huh. Oh well that bitch deserves an ass like you.’ She thought as tears ran down her face at the thought. ‘Damn! I miss you, you stupid bitch!’ She sank down to the floor and cried. For the first time since she had gotten there, she really cried.
Ray managed to crawl to her bed and curl up on it, still allowing tears to flow across her face freely.
Thoughts of why and what rushed through her head as floodgates opened once again as she realized that she wouldn’t be going home.
“And now I’m a Dragon Slayer. What the hell does that mean anyway? Does it mean that I have to train with them because I might not feel like it. Dilly-boy can’t make me. Actually ‘m sure he’d drag me there, but he can’t make me do anything.” She growled as she lay on her stomach and stared at the large mirror that hung on her wall. She looked so tired. “Well duh, you were up all night fighting off assassins.” Suddenly she burst into tears again. ‘I killed that dude. Oh my god…’ She closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.
~*~
Later in the afternoon, Dilandau entered Ray’s room silently. He saw her sleeping form, the right side of her face visible, along with the bruise on it. Dilandau winced as he remembered how she had gotten it, and how he had felt giving it to her. It was a hollow victory.
He moved across the room and sat on the edge of her bed, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.
“What the hell do you want?” She asked with closed eyes, causing Dilandau to jump slightly. “Is Lord Dilandau a little jumpy today?” She asked her eyes remaining closed, so that she would not have to look at him.
Dilandau listened to her say Lord, is was so dead tone, no longer mocking as it had been only this morning. “You are supposed to go to Folken.” He said quietly, watching her.
“And? I can go tomorrow, I’m tired.”
“You can go today.”
“No! I just defended YOUR god damn honour, so the least you can do is say thank you and get the hell out so I can sleep…my lord.” She growled, still refusing to open her eyes.
Dilandau stared down at her, she was right and he knew it. But she was still disrespectful to him, even if she did call him ‘lord’. He sighed and stood up. “Fine.” He said, though he still refused to say thank you. He left silently to tell Folken that she would see him the next day.
Dilandau entered the hallway, and suddenly paled. He would never let one of his Slayers miss anything. ‘No it is just because she is tired, that’s it. She deserves rest, she worked hard, tomorrow, there will be no getting out of anything, although a day away from her would work wonders on me. She can just spend the day with Folken.’
Dilandau walked rather briskly to Folken’s study. He entered without knocking, and saw the older man sitting on an elegantly carved wooden chair with a small table to match. Although Folken sat in the shadows with a single candle for his light, he seemed calm, even as Dilandau crossed the room.
“Where is she Dilandau?” Folken asked not looking up.
“Resting, she will come tomorrow, for the entire day.”
“I see…” Folken raised his eyes.
“Before you try to tell me some insane theory that it is love, let me inform you that it isn’t, she just defeated Korin’s best man, I believe that she deserves a rest as he was much bigger and stronger then her.
“And would any other Slayer get this privilege?” The older man questioned.
“Yes.” Dilandau replied, unsure.
“If that’s what you think, who am I to say other wise.” Folken returned to his book. “I still look forward to meeting this woman.”
“I’m sure.” Dilandau growled. He quickly left before Folken tried to bring him into another conversation, even if it had nothing to do with her, Folken would find some way to manipulate the young General.
~*~
Dilandau didn’t return to his room, nor did he go to Ray’s. He had an obligation to go to the banquet hall for supper, but he didn’t go there either. Dilandau wandered aimlessly through the halls of the Vione. His mind blank, yet confused. He wanted to kill someone, something, as he was made to do, but to his dismay, no one crossed his path.
Dilandau suddenly felt a breeze brush his face lightly, thus he froze where he stood. He hadn’t realized that he was standing on a balcony. He looked at the ground, a fair way beneath him, watching the lights of a small village that he could see but they didn’t know he was watching them. He sighed as he looked down at the village, all he saw were the lights, but he knew that they were all having supper, and enjoying it. Dilandau suddenly wished them all to die, to burn, but he could not reach them.
He stood there for the longest time, even as the village and many others passed under him, then vanished in the dark. He didn’t hear the light footsteps behind him, or the rustle of fabric in the breeze, he just watched the lights below, focusing on them as best he could so that his demon would not have an opening to enter his mind.
Still somehow, his demons found their way in. Showering his subconscious like the hated rain, with the souls of the innocence that Dilandau had slaughtered mercilessly. He knew each face, how each had died at his hand. He knew their wounds and their pleads that he had ignored. They haunted his mind constantly, whenever they found an opening. And they almost always found an opening. Dilandau knew that the only way to get rid of them is to find his piece. But he had no idea how to do that when they constantly attacked him. There was no escaping them.
“Lord Dilandau?” A soft voice came from behind him.
He ignored the noise for a few seconds before replying, “What is it?” He asked softly, forgetting his harsh nature.
“Are you all right Lord Dilandau?” The smooth voice asked cautiously.
Dilandau finally turned slowly to face his intruder. There before him stood Talina, Korin’s young wench.
“What do you want?” Dilandau asked harshly.
“I…I was just walking and…you looked, lonely.” She cautiously replied.
“And?”
“And your girl Rayana, is she ok?” Talina asked carefully.
Dilandau turned his back to her as she mentioned his demon woman.
“I’m sorry my lord, have I said something wrong?” She asked taking a step towards him.
“No.” Dilandau replied coldly.
“My Lord Korin was wondering why you and Lady Rayana did not join us for supper.”
“You can go back to Korin and tell him we are both very busy.” Dilandau growled. The girl bowed and swiftly walked away.
Dilandau returned to the hell that washed over his mind the moment he finished his sentence.
~*~
Dilandau silently strode through the hallways once again, this time towards his room. His mind still haunted by the images of the innocence that he had extinguished.
Suddenly he froze, trying to pull the face back to him, he knew it, better then the others, but he had never seen it like that before.
‘Where did you go!?’ He screamed trying to find it. He gave up, and the second he did it drifted through his mind again.
There was the blond hair, the green eyes, as well as the same dazzling smile that made him want to sink to his knees. Ray floated in front of his eyes again. Pain visible in her eyes, yet there were no tears. She seemed angry and hurt, but still strong, and refusing to completely give up.
‘Why are you here?’ He asked meaning the question in many different ways. Why was she on Gaea, why was she in his mind, why was she here with him? Was it Dornkirk messing with fate again? No surely the General would have heard of the plan. Or Folken would try harder to keep this girl safe. She must be here for some other reason. Was there a way that he could use her to his advantage? ‘Why the hell are you here?’
He entered his room allowing the pure darkness to envelope his body. His thoughts still on the girl from the Mystic Moon, trying to find some sort of a reason to why she was there in his mind and on his planet.
‘Why do I care so much? She is truly nothing to me. Nothing.’ He thought, as he lay flat on his bed, his eyes averted to the ceiling, which he could not see through the darkness. He watched the faces again, waiting for her to resurface. Sure enough she appeared after the rest as she was most recent.
‘Why are you here? I haven’t killed you, I haven’t destroyed you. What have I done to you?’ He closed his eyes and thought hard, before drifting soundly to sleep.