Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dilandau's Chaos ❯ Caught! Not the Madoushi again! ( Chapter 3 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Dilandau lay, staring up at the white plaster ceiling above him.

This wasn't his room. This wasn't the Vione. So where the hell was he?

He blinked, and looked around the room. There was a dresser with a vanity, and some women's clothing scattered about. Probably Celena's. They didn't provide Dilandau with any different clothing than what he had, so he was forced to wear the underclothing of his uniform. At least they had the decency to wash it.

He sat up, still trembling slightly from the fit he had in the hallway. Everything was so confusing.. he didn't even know if he was just dreaming or not.

"Gatti!!" He called. He sat staring at the white doors, waiting for Gatti to come rushing in at his commander's call.

He frowned, visibly displeased, and called louder.

"GATTI!!"

Several moments passed, and Jajuka stepped in smiling sadly.

"Dilandau, all of your soldiers are dead."

"No. I. would remember that."

"Dilandau, they were all killed by the dragon. I'm sorry."

He sat, staring at the wall a moment, and lay back down in the warm inviting comforters; the only real comfort he probably would receive.

"I'm sorry Dilandau." Jajuka said in nearly a whisper, and stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Dilandau lay staring again, for quite some time. This had to be a dream. It just had to be. Deep down, he did remember watching all of his slayers ruthlessly murdered before him. But he didn't want to remember. He tried to push it away, tried to push it down into the deepest recesses of his memory.

//Dilandau-sama. we failed you. Forgive us.//

Dilandau shot upright, looking around the room frantically. Where the hell did that voice just come from?? He began panting for breath, and grabbed his sword, which lay sheathed by the bed.

"Who's there!?" He said, he voice trembling. He tried to hide his apparent fear, but to no avail.

He sat, for a long while, eyes frantically darting about the room, half expecting to see a bloodied corpse that was once one of his men.

After nearly twenty minutes, he lay back down, clutching the blade to his breast. He felt as if someone where hiding, somewhere in the room, and wouldn't show themselves.

Dilandau shot upright again, when he heard to door open. Jajuka was standing there, with a small procession of men behind him. They were all in black cloaks. black cloaks. Who the hell were they? They wore the same outfit that Folken wore. Was Folken out there?

"Folken?" He called weakly, feeling a fit of panic rising again.

"Dilandau, these men need to see you, okay? Let's get you into some real clothing so you don't get a chill." Jajuka said softly.

Dilandau clutched the sheets, trembling. He shook his head. No. these men.. something about these men scared him. They seemed to scream something from his past, something violent that he couldn't recall.

"Dilandau, they won't hurt you. They're here to help you. Now come on."

"No. no. please. not them."

Jajuka fell silent, and turned to the Madoushi, and nodded. One of the men stepped in, his figure hidden by the black cloak.

"Dilandau, My name is Pentecost. I just want to talk with you. Now, please, come with us. I don't want to force you to again."

Dilandau began trembling uncontrollably. The Madoushi looked back to the others, and sighed deeply.

"He's still extremely unstable. I don't think he's completely lost his memory yet."

"W-what?" Dilandau stammered, bringing the sheets up to his face like a child trying to hide from the monster that lurked from his closet.

"Don't worry, Dilandau. Now come on, you'll be all right, I promise." The Madoushi walked over, and sat on the bed, and smiled innocently. He gently coaxed the blankets from off of the boy, smiling.

"We're going to go take a walk okay? You need some fresh air, it will do you good." Dilandau looked to Jajuka, as if searching for approval. He nodded, and Dilandau shakily lifted himself from the bed.

"Now, come on. Let's get you into a Jacket." The Madoushi stood, and went to the closet, and sifted through the articles of clothing, and pulled out a black crushed velvet jacket. He gently draped it over Dilandau's thin shoulders, and started towards the door, and protective arm wrapped around him. Dilandau's tension eased, and he walked down the hallways with the three madoushi and Jajuka following close behind. Soon, they came to a dark lab, illuminated by only the blue flamed oil lamps that were native to Zaibach. Dilandau took a quick look around the room. His eyes went wide, and he took a step back, shaking his head.

"No...NOO!!"

He started for the door running. But A madoushi grabbed him by the arm, pulling him towards the group. Dilandau struggled, screaming and flailing like a child. One of the madoushi went and fetched a small syringe from the tables, and returned.

"Hold his arm steady." He said. Dilandau screamed. Jajuka stood on as an innocent bystander, helpless. He let the needle sink deep into Dilandau's upper arm. Almost immediately, his screaming slowed, and he fell asleep, falling backwards into one of the Madoushi's arms.