Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Cryptic Knives ❯ Unreachable ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13

 

Unreachable

 

You got me crawling so bad

 

Got me heals over head

 

You got me easy you got me easy

 

Tangled up in my head

 

Quit trying to hold on to help me

 

Cause we're already beautiful

 

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Delphi couldn't shake what had happened in her dream, if it was a dream. It had been fortnight since, and she didn't think she ever would. She tried to occupy herself, but there was nothing to occupy herself with. She was always so undermined. So she sat in a vacant room wanting for the slayers to complete their session. She could hear steel against steel; it seemed to echo in her ears.

 

She had told Chesta to meet her in an empty room but not where. She needed to tell him something, but she didn't know exactly what she wanted to tell him. In the back of her mind she kept thinking that when he gets here, she still would have a vague clue of what she wanted to say.

 

What seemed like hours passed by and she knew this was an incredible waste of time. If she wanted to see Chesta she was going to have to go looking for him by herself. She didn't want to come of being facetious so she decided that she should quickly find him, and fast before he starts believing that she didn't really want to talk to him.

 

She hastily walked through the automatic sliding door and looked left, right and then bolted left searching for Chesta. She heard voices and it hinted to her that training was over. She ran for the nearest door but this time it didn't slide open. Delphi smacked right into it, falling on her butt and smacking the back of her head on the opposite wall with a sickening crack.

 

`Delphi, are you all right?' came Chesta's voice, intertwined with worry. Gatti was with him, and he just looked seething to see her. When Chesta turned around to tell Gatti to go ahead without him, Delphi stuck her tongue out childishly. When Gatti was taken aback, Chesta turned around to see why but Delphi was already looking the other way.

 

`What were you trying to do?' He asked as Gatti started in the opposite direction of the two.

 

`Trying to hide, I didn't know it was you.' She said. `You weren't talking.' She stressed the `you' and smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows.

 

`Well,' Chesta started while helping her up `are you ok?'

 

`I believe so,' When she was fully standing on her own she swayed a little, not enough to fall but Chesta supported her anyway.

 

`Thank you' when she looked at Chesta, he was staring at her with very poignant eyes.

 

`What is it?' She asked.

 

`You're always so melancholy.' The simplicity of the sentence shot darts through her heart. She knew it was true, there were so many causes of her sadness but she tried not to show it. She always felt better around Chesta; Chesta was mostly in her thoughts.

 

`I'm… sorry?' the two words came out in a question, because she wasn't sure what he wanted her to be.

 

`Don't be sorry. I didn't mean it like that.' She was stabilizing against the wall with his hands on her shoulders. He edged forward. `There is nothing to be sorry about, okay?'

 

Delphi nodded slightly. It was hard for him to understand what she was going through when she didn't even know. Chesta sighed slightly and brought their foreheads together. They stayed that way for minutes it seemed, Delphi had her eyes closed and was taking in the comfort and heat he was offering.

 

Delphi was the first to move. She tilted her head up slightly as Chesta stood up right. She shakily moved her hands up to his neck and laced her fingers, securing her hands there and brought his face down to hers where she made their lips meet. It was a very faint touch but it gave Delphi butterflies in her stomach. Chesta cupped her face and turned her head on a slight angle to deepen the kiss.

 

There was no sound of anyone coming but Chesta knew if he were caught he would be in a lot of trouble, especially with Dilandau. He put his hands on her waist as her tongue wondered across his lips. With slight force Chesta pushed her across the hallway to the other wall. He used one hand to search around for a panel and seconds later a computerized voice echoed, `accepted'. The door in which Delphi had ran into slid open and Chesta guided her in.

 

Once they parted both panted for breath. It was very spontaneous but she wanted to continue. She noticed that they were alone in a very small quarter. It had a small table in the center of the room with wilted flowers on a doily. The bed was against the back wall and had a down comforter on, what looked like a quite comfortable mattress.

 

`Guest room' He answered her question without her even asking it. `There are only a few of these. Normally we have them stay in rooms like ours.'

 

`We got lucky then didn't we?' Chesta looked at her seductive stare and before he could say anything she was kissing him once more.

 

She brought hands up to his neck and unclasped the top part of his uniform. One after another the buttons came loose until she shoved the top part of his armor off and let it fall to the floor. She then went for the padded armor, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head. The last piece of clothing on his upper was the same lavender shirt that everyone wore; she really hated the color.

 

Chesta pushed his tongue passed her teeth and soon Delphi felt weak in the knees and stumbled backwards. Not letting go of Chesta she fell right into the table knocking over the dead flowers and breaking the vase.

 

Delphi fumbled with his belt holding up his sword. When she finally got that off she placed it on the table. Chesta broke the kiss once more and he trailed down her neck and stopped at the crevice where he continued to suck until he left a purplish pink mark.

 

Delphi took in a sharp breath as he trailed feather light kisses back up to her jaw line. She pulled her back exposing more of her neck to him. She felt as if her heart was going to implode. She has never been this intimate with another person before. She has never kissed someone so passionately.

 

Chesta moved his hands from her waist and trailed them upwards. He stopped at the lavender shirt and looked at her questioningly. Delphi nodded and kissed him briskly before her shirt was raised over her head, closely followed by his.

 

Leaving the table the two slowly made their way to the bed, shards of glass crunching under their boots. They both fell on the bed with their legs hanging over, and both managed to rid themselves of their boots.

 

Chesta's hands roamed down to the rim of her pants and started to pull them off. Soon, she was lying in her bra and panties with Chesta over her. He was kissing and nibbling her neck as she tugged down his pair.

 

The whole experience was a blur to Delphi. Their synchronized movements and breathing seemed to throw her off kilter. She couldn't think straight, she couldn't see straight all she could do was silently whimper and dig her nails into Chesta's back. Suddenly, she felt like she was falling down an elongated spiral staircase, but felt no pain, only pleasure.

 

Both of them, now completely exhausted, feel asleep almost instantaneously. Chesta had found a spot and snuggled up beside her and Delphi put her head on his shoulder.

 

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Chesta and Delphi parted early that morning. Chesta went to his quarters And Delphi just went into some spare room that opened for her (not the most comfortable however).

 

Delphi felt more alive then she ever had. Sore but still more alive. She felt like she had her cheek back, felt like she could take on the world when she got an urgent message that Dilandau wanted to see her in his living quarters. She shrugged and followed the messenger boy, whistling.

 

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`Where do your loyalties lie, soldier?' Dilandau's voice was sharp. Chesta hung his head in shame, but didn't answer.

 

`Do not be brave.' She snapped `Do not be tenacious with me.' His words were cold and strict.

 

`With you.' Chesta said dully. It was hard to say. He had to force it out. He knew his loyalties were with Dilandau, but he couldn't betray Delphi.

 

`Pardon?' Dilandau stopped and looked at the kneeling figure on the floor.

 

`With you, sir' he added.

 

`And…?' Dilandau seemed impressed at the way he was controlling Chesta's words.

 

`And no one else, sir.'

 

Dilandau once again paced from left to right and said quite casual. `There is no room for love here,' Dilandau could hear Chesta stop breathing. He turned angrily and forced Chesta to stand up and look at him. `So stop it.' It was very bitter. Dilandau squeezed Chesta's jaw and then shoved him back, when he immediately fell to the floor on his knees.

 

`Sir, I…' He started.

 

`Do not defy my orders soldier. I give you an order I expect you to follow it!' He shouted heatedly. Chesta looked up into burning, angry garnet eyes and soon found himself staring at bland concrete with a swollen jaw.

 

`This is not a negotiation. Now, Chesta, leave my sight.' He tuned around and Chesta got up and bowed before he left.

 

`Yes sir.' He tuned around while Chesta was getting up. He bowed before he left, even though he wasn't looking.

 

In the hall Chesta passed Delphi very hastily before she could get one syllable out. He didn't even look at her. She stopped but the message boy roughly grabbed her arm and shoved her into a spacious room.

 

Dilandau was standing in the near center of the room, his back to her.

 

`You wanted to see me?'

 

`Oh. Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.' He was sounding very calm and this was a little unnerving.

 

`You know, you're quite the character. Nice slender body, not too bad of a chest.'

 

`Don't check me out!' she stated angrily.

 

Dilandau swiftly walked past her and punched a code into the door, but nothing happened. She shook it off as nothing. It was then she realized that malicious eyes were looking at her, although the face looked sincere. Dilandau walked playfully over towards her where he placed his hands on her shoulders and made her back into a wall.

 

`What do you want?' She pressured but he didn't answer. He seemed very fixated on her face.

 

`Can I make love to you?' He asked quietly.

 

In an outburst she screamed, `NO! Don't touch me, get your hands off me!' She struggled against his hands that were keeping he pinned against the wall.

 

There was a silence and then a sickeningly loud sardonic laugh. It was then she realized that he had been joking.

 

`Bastard,' she whispered under her breath.

 

As if on cue, Dilandau pulled her forward and then slammed her against the wall hard. It was excruciatingly painful, so he did it again, until she cried out for him to stop. He turned her around and shoved her into the wall so her head was sideways and her back to him.

He moved in too close for comfort, smelt her hair and then licked her jaw line.

 

He flipped her around and pressed his lips on hers so hard that it most likely bruised them. `It's what you want. Isn't it?' he spat irritably. `Going around, seducing my slayers? This isn't a whore house!'

 

Fed up she kneed him in the stomach and tried to make a run for it but she didn't get as far as too steps until she felt herself falling forward. Her hands stopped on a hard piece of wood, which was discovered to be a desk when she opened her eyes.

 

Before she could do anything, she was spun around to face Dilandau once more. His fingers were around her throat, his thumbs slightly pressing on her trachea. He hands began to feel the desk for something, anything.

 

`Take a breath, swallow, I dare you.'

 

She came across a small drawer, which she gingerly opened and frantically felt around for something when the thumbs tightened. She felt something sharp and she pulled it out. By the time she had swung the dagger Dilandau had caught her hand and disarmed her, throwing her to the ground, but not unscathed. She had managed to give him a small, inch long horizontal cut under his left eye.

 

He felt the blood trickle down his face and laughed. Delphi shuddered. She was in a lump on the floor trying to maintain breathing.

 

`Funny how the precious jewel is evil isn't it, it doesn't want to save you anymore, it just wants to reside on your neck.'

 

`What are you talking about you imbecile?'

 

He kicked her side so hard she swore she heard a rib crack

 

`That, now that the necklace is useless in protecting you, I can do that.' He laughed once more, a cruel, high-pitched, insane laugh. He picked her up and then punched her in the jaw. Her head snapped to the side and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth.

 

`You're off the elite squad. You're not a slayer anymore. Go back to be treated like vermin.' He said nastily.

 

`Lucky me, it wont be a far jump from being one of your slayers.' She was once again leaning on the desk for support.

 

He grabbed her shirt and punched her face twice. She fell to the floor clutching her face. He kicked her once more, making her fall flat on her stomach. Walking over he placed on foot on her back.

 

`Whatever relationship you have with my slayer, it had best be over. Now get up.'

 

`No.' she said simply.

 

Dilandau kicked her so that she lolled over onto her back. He placed one foot on her neck and started press. Delphi grabbed his knee and pushed from the back, making him slightly lose his balance. Dilandau continued his barrage of attacks until he was finally bored.

 

Dilandau picked her and made her walk lazily to her new cell. It was large and vacant; mind a bed in the center. One of the walls was just a huge window previewing the land.

 

Delphi didn't even make it too her rock hard bed. She just collapsed on the floor. She was bloody, bruised and swollen; probably broken. She just wanted to sleep and forget any of this happened.

 

 

-*****-

 

 

Lol I had to keep it somewhat unadulterated… pathetic, I know, but wtf, what can you do? Anyway, please tell me if it's `so good' :) or `so bad' :(

 

Yours truly,

 

Sweet Roses