Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dilandau's Chaos ❯ Memory Loss! Where are you!? ( Chapter 2 )

He saw delicate hands before him. They were very fair; almost flawless.. almost feminine.

But he knew these weren't his hands. They were far too delicate. Although his hands were beautiful, they were meant for holding a sword. These hands looked like they could be crushed if tapped on too hard.

So he knew this wasn't his body, then whose was it?

He turned his attention from the hands to the scenery before him. It was a flowery place, a garden. Very beautiful indeed.

He could hear another's thoughts like they were speaking. It was almost as if he were having one of those out of body experiences that you only read about in books.

"Oh, it's so beautiful.. Mother would love this. Where is mother? Allen? I wonder where he went to.."

Allen? Dilandau grimaced. So this chick was associated with insult of a soldier. Sure, he was chivalrous, but he was fucking man-whore.. or he might as well have been. He shuddered.

There was a snail on the leaf before him. The girl extended her hand, and picked it up, looking at it lovingly. He thought that most decent woman would be disgusted at the sight of a snail, but she seemed fascinated. This fascination was similar to a child's.. he could hear her contemplating how it moved, and what it was thinking, and imagined how it tasted..

Tasted?!? What the hell was this girl thinking?!

He pulled the snail closer and closer to her mouth, until a pair of strong hands took it from her. She looked up, confused. The man that the hands belonged to was shaking his head.

"I just wanted to taste it.." she moaned mentally. Of course, Dilandau could hear this whiny little bitch's every word.

This was driving him insane. He couldn't determine dreams from reality anymore; it was all just one horrible blur of chaos. He wasn't even sure if his Dragonslayers had actually died, or if that imagery of him and his elite in the tavern was real or delusion.

The girl was lead inside, into another room. Dilandau watched through her eyes, growing tired of watching her every move.

"Get changed into your bathrobe.. you haven't bathed yet today. It's good hygiene to bathe every day.. Call me when you are done, all right Celena?" The beast man left, gently shutting the door behind him.

She nodded somewhat dimly, wondering where her bathrobe was located..

She stripped off her aqua blue smock, and threw it on the bed. She walked over to the closet, which had a mirror nailed into it. She stared for a minute. Dilandau saw what a beautiful girl this was.. and couldn't help but..

Celena gently placed a hand on one of her breasts, and squeezed. She fondled the nipple, and smiled. This was all somehow very pleasing.

Dilandau smiled as well. Or at least he thought he did. He smiled if nothingness could indeed smile. He hadn't been with a woman in a long time; not since he had found one of the general's beautiful, well endowed older daughters at some sort of party for some stupid political thing that happened that he didn't much care about right now.. He had only been 13 at the time; while she was nearing her twenties. After several bottles of wine, they had ended up playing around and eventually..

Dilandau melted at the thought.

He shook the thought from his head, and continued to pay attention to what now seemed to be him.

Jajuka rapped lightly on the door.

"Celena? Are you okay in there?"

Celena looked up, blushing bright, feeling suddenly very foolish for her actions. She wondered what Jajuka would have done if he found her playing with herself like that..

"Y-yes, Jajuka.. hold on.."

She slipped into a light, fluffy bathrobe that hung on the back of a chair next to her closet.

"Okay." She called. She held the bathrobe tightly around herself, because she thought it a pain to tie the belt around it, if she was just going to undo it again. She had never been very good at tying things anyway.

Jajuka stepped in, and took her free hand.

They walked down what seemed to be isolated corridor. It was lavishly decorated, with marble statues, and vases with flowers that she did not even recognize. She wondered why it was so beautiful out here, and the rest of Zaibach was so cold and unforgiving in appearance. She shook her head, and gave her attention back to Jajuka.

"Had any dreams lately, Celena?" He said with his soft voice, trying to make conversation.

She thought a moment, and then nodded.

"Um, well, actually, yes.. it's this boy.. I think he's my age, maybe a little older, I'm not sure. He keeps saying that I took his body, and calling me horrible things.. I don't even want to say what he called me, but he keeps threatening to kill me."

Dilandau laughed. So she remembered.

"I try to reason with him, but it doesn't work. The boy doesn't seem to take to reason very well."

Jajuka nodded.

"It's just a dream Celena. You know that, right?"

The albino scoffed. He was more than a mere *dream*. He was her worst nightmare, he was the commander of Zaibach. He was the commander of the Dragonslayers.. who were dead.

So that meant he had no command over anyone. He was a captian without troops. He shook his head. The feeling of sudden abandonment returned. That utter feeling of hopelessness that had haunted him ever since that stupid dragon killed them all.

He screamed, and clawed helplessly at the imagery before him. He didn't think it would do any good, but he clawed anyway.

Celena fell to the ground, screaming. Her bathrobe fell open, but she didn't seem to care.

Jajuka felt his stomach lurch. Damn that little soulless bastard that Zaibach had created. Damn him.. trying to take away his innocent Celena.

"Celena!!"

He fell to his knees, and took her into his arms. She was thrashing about wildly, trying to break free of his grip.

"Celena.. it's okay. You'll be all right. I won't let him take you over. I won't.."

She screamed harder. Several guards skidded around the corner, and watched, wondering what exactly was happening.

She fell over, head touching her knees. She panted hard, each breath a stab of pain that ricocheted all over her body. She looked up at Jajuka helplessly, her blue eyes fading to a deep crimson.

Jajuka held her closer.

"Oh Celena.."

Dilandau felt himself taking control again. He saw his own hands supporting his small body on the marble floor, felt the sweat beading on his forehead. This was his body again. And he wasn't about to let it go easily. Not without a fight.

Dilandau rested his against Jajuka. He clutched his arms, shaking uncontrollably. It felt so good to have his body back again, but it left him with that feeling that *she* was trying to take his body, fighting viciously, like some animal. It reminded him that he was alone, and that no one cared if he let her take over. If he were to die within her mind, who would be there to mourn him? Jajuka? Folken? No, they wouldn't mourn his loss. They would shrug it off and call it life. Because that's how life for a soldier works. You fight until your dying days, and then are forgotten by everyone. Your memory fades into the wind.

He sobbed into Jajuka's chest. He was so warm, so comforting, even to him. The beast man had no reason to be kind to him, but the was anyway.

He held the sobbing boy to his chest, and sighed. He didn't want to be near this monster, but he didn't have much of a choice. And since the boy was here, he thought he would give him the comfort that he so sorely needed.

"Dilandau, it's all right.. I'm here for you."