Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Cryptic Knives ❯ Orange clouds, green waters ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

Orange Clouds, Green Waters

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The morning seemed to come too soon for Delphi. If felt as if she had just fallen asleep when the boy with blonde hair came back to wake her up and roughly grabbed her arm. She didn't want to get out of her ball that she was huddled in on the mattress but the tugging didn't stop. She was dragged down many halls until they reached a door. It was just a huge room with nothing in it but a bunch of swords on the wall and a bench or two pushed up at the end of the room. Between the two benches was another door; Delphi presumed that is was a shower room or something like it. She was thrown in the direction of Dilandau and the boy went to meet his comrades in a line and bowed.

Delphi looked behind her as she walked and turned around and almost ran into Dilandau, who was looking directly at her. She had an expression of shock on her face with eyes wide. He merely grunted and turning away from her told his slayers to get up. They stood up and all said in unison, `Sir.'

`Get busy.' He shouted.

`I really didn't see the point of their so-called "training." Sure I had trained like this with father but it was different. This is an elite group of solders and for training they fight against each other?' Delphi looked up at Dilandau and thought bitterly, `it's not even like he's helping them either. He just stands there sneering disapprovingly.'

`You know,' she started.

`What did I say about talking out of turn?' He said without looking at her.

`Oh sorry Lord,' she prolonged the word lord while bowing a little bit, `Dilandau. May I have your permission to speak, seeing as how this is a free country?' The whole sentence was weaved with sarcasm.

Dilandau chose to ignore the remark and the sarcasm. `What?' he asked ruthlessly.

`I was just wondering what the point of this senseless "training" was. They just stand there and hack at each other's sword. Why don't you go and fight against them. Or are you scared that they're stronger than you?' he snorted at that remark.

`Why do you think I am their leader?'

`I can't really find a sensible reason.'

`Mind your tongue girl. Unless you want if cut out.' Dilandau threatened. Delphi sighed and leaned on the wall, slowly sliding down until she was sitting.

`Get up' he commanded her. Delphi looked up and raised an eyebrow.

`Are you serious?'

`Get. Up.'

`All right.' She pushed herself back up and just as she had done that Dilandau started to walk away; so she followed.

Dilandau opened the door and all commotion stopped inside. He paused and then turned back to go inside. `Did I say stop?' he yelled and slapped the nearest slayer. Delphi peaked and saw a slayer with very light fluffy hair. When Dilandau turned around she quickly looked away. When he walked out he glared at her and then at her pendant around her neck. Looking lower still her noticed the other silver chain and the small jewel attached to it.

When Delphi looked at Dilandau through the corner of her eye, she cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest. He grabbed her arm and shoved her in front of him. She rubbed her arm where people had been grabbing for the past couple of days and was quite serious on the matter that she was actually getting bruises of peoples fingers.

When they came to an intersection, on instinct Delphi went left, but Dilandau jerked her right.

`This way.' He snarled. This time he didn't let her arm go and didn't loosen his grip. It almost seemed as if he was tightening his grip on her arm.

`You can let go now- ow' she said when he tightened his grip even more when she complained. Suddenly he stopped and she staggered into him; he pushed her away and she almost fell. When the door opened he pushed her through first and then he followed.

The place smelled of fresh cloths and Delphi's grandmothers house; she inhaled deeply. The room was a little cramped, it was almost like a walk-in closet than a room.

`Here.' Dilandau handed her a lavender colored tank top and a black pair of pants.

`I'm not wearing that.'

`Wrong, you're not wearing that.' He suggested to her dress. `Besides, you smell.' Delphi's mouthed gapped and she grabbed the cloths that he threw at her.

`Well, if someone hadn't of pushed me into the mud and deprived me any source of water and soap, I wouldn't-' Delphi couldn't even finish the sentence. She didn't want to say that she smelt. `I wouldn't be lacking it's presence. Now get out so I can change.'

`No.'

`Well I'm not changing then.'

`I can't leave you alone.'

She scrunched up the clothing and stuck up her nose. `Fine' she snapped. She through down the shirt and fanned out the pants. She slipped off her shoes and started to put on the pants underneath her dress, which was quite difficult. Dilandau watched in amusement as she grunted and struggled trying to get the pants on while trying not to reveal herself.

`They're a bit big.' She said.

`Too bad.'

She sighed quite audibly and bent over and picked up the shirt. She looked at it and then at the amusement in Dilandau's eyes. Her face was stern and she used her index finger and turned it in a clockwise pattern.

`You can stand there all day but I refuse to change my top in front of you. So either turn around or find a nice comfortable place on the floor.'

Dilandau thought about this for a minute. On one hand he didn't want to take orders from a girl and he wasn't all that eager to see a girl with her shirt off either. He didn't want to stay in there while she argued with him either. `You turn around.' He said. `I wont look. If I wanted to look, I'd have taken advantage of you a while ago.' he said callously.

`Fine.' She bit spitefully. Narrowing her eyes she turned around and took one final look behind her. Dilandau was looking in a different direction but had his hand on the hilt of his sword. She turned back around and took her dress off. While she was fiddling with her shirt, Dilandau looked back. He noticed a small beauty mark just beside her right shoulder blade above her bra, then she covered it up with the shirt and he quickly turned his head. She turned back around and Dilandau snickered. She stood with her hands on her his and questioned his unnecessary snort.

`You fill it out in all the wrong places.' He said and then pushed her towards the door. She felt uncomfortable as it is; she was showing a lot of her mid-drift, which was quite uncommon for her. The whole time that she walked back down the hall she felt Dilandau's eyes penetrating through her back and head but everytime she looked back he would just notice it and look at her. She was also trying to cover up her stomach with her hands.

`What was that comment about anyway?' she snapped. Clearly, the comment he had made was really starting to bud her. Dilandau, unfazed, grabbed her upper arm and said, `you have barely and muscles,' he pocked her quite hard in the stomach and in the ribs. `Instead, you have those.'

`Touch them and die.'

`I wouldn't make death threats if I were you.'

`Ah ha. That is what is so glorious about that saying. You're not me and therefore your advice has no effect on me.' she shouted turning around, the tiny pink jewel swinging on the long silver chain around her neck. Dilandau followed it with his eyes and then, once again pushed her up against the wall.

`Hey.'

`Shut up.' he whispered and lowered his hand to the silver chain where he grabbed the pink stone and some of the chain and in one tug ripped it off her neck.

`Hey give that back.' She shouted but received a slap in the face. Dilandau was quite shocked that he had hit her. He knew it wasn't the first time, but it was still quite a shock that the pendant didn't stop. `Only when it is in peril.' He thought and then walked away from her. Out of anger and frustration with him Delphi ran for him and jumped on his back, locking her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

`Give it back you stupid bastard.' By this time she was shouting and attempting to choke him. The chain went flying from his hand as he tried to pry her arms off him. When that failed her just decided to slam her up against the wall. He did it twice and she gasped out in pain when she lost her breath, but she refused to let go. On the third time he hit her up against the wall, he managed to hit her head quite hard and put her in a daze where she released him and fell to the floor, eyes glazed. Dilandau made his way back to the training room and told Chesta to go and get Delphi.

Delphi was still lying there in the same position as when she fell the first time, dwelling in lost hope that she was going to be stuck there until he decided to just kill her. Delphi realized that he couldn't kill her and despite what he thought earlier about not being able to hurt her, he could, very much so.

She heard feet pitter-pattering towards her and then she saw them. A pair of feet covered with a pair of black boots and blue armor that covered from the knee down. She also noticed that he was wearing the same type of pants that she was. He crouched down and she noticed that he was the same slayer that took her from her cell and brought her back there.

He grabbed her face and made her look him in the face instead of looking at his feet.

`Can you get up?' He asked quite sweetly. She tried to dislodge her face from his hand but he had a firm grip so she averted her eyes from his instead. He turned his head slightly so that he was looking at her again with cerulean eyes. Delphi knew she could, if she tried, but it was a matter of wanting. Right at the moment she felt quite tired and didn't feel like moving much.

`Well?' he asked in the same low, calm voice. He was still bent down and had his hand holding her chin.

`No.' she mumbled, hoping that he would leave her alone so she could just die and get it over with. He removed his hand and stood up, Delphi closed her eyes in relief. A minute later she felt herself being lifted into his arms. She started to struggle a little bit.

`Stop it now.' the sweet voice wasn't completely gone but it was replaced with a more demanding tone. Delphi just gave up hope and fell limp in his arms, letting him take her back to her cell or the training room, which ever it may be it really didn't matter. He head fell backwards over his forearm and bounce a little with every step he took and was starting to get a little bit sore but just as she thought about it he had reached the training room and placed her down on the floor. She sat there letting her head droop forwards and eventually falling down and going to sleep. The whole time Dilandau didn't even bother with her.

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Delphi woke from the cause of a headache. She opened her eyes to a pile of neatly stacked swords. Near the swords were rags and polish. Delphi sat up, grabbed her head and groaned. There was no way she was going to do this.

She stood and made her way over to the door, which wasn't budging at all. She held her head and stumbled back towards the swords that needed to be polished and sat down in front of them. She couldn't understand why he had left he with all the swords, since it was he who could not kill her not she who could not kill him.

She didn't feel like polishing the swords, but she thought that maybe he might give her food if she did. She didn't have much of an appetite because of her father's death, but she remembered when her mother died, she didn't eat and she fell very ill. She was also cold right at the moment. She wished that she had he cloak with her or even her dress that she was wearing. Delphi pushed all thoughts out of her mind and grabbed the first sword. She pulled it out of its sheath, and it didn't seem to need much polishing. She noticed that at the top of the sword, just underneath the handle was the name, Dalet, engraved in the metal.

Not every sword there had their names engraved in a sword. There were only six of them. She made a mental note of them. They were, Dalet, Viole, Guimel, Miguel, Chesta and Gatti. She remembered her encounter with Miguel when she first woke up. She was a little woozy when she woke up because of the hit on her head the night before. As for the rest, she knew that she would one day meet them, not that she really cared or anything.

When she was finished, she literally kicked the piled of swords away from her, flung the cloths in pile somewhere in the middle of the floor and slid the container across the floor. She lay down and slept all most instantly, hoping that she would die in her sleep.

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Wow a whole two hours of listening to Beethoven and Mozart. It was great……… now that it is practically three in the morning I am going to leave and try and sleep, before I die………Mmm moonlight sonata

Well please review………mush appreciated! : D

Yours truly,

Sweet Roses

Oh and by the way, don't think anything about the titled of the chapter, I know it is irrelevant to the chapter and frankly I don't give a damn right now so………you get the picture. Thank-ya!