Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ For the loss of those ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

For the loss of those...


Dilandou stormed through the empty corridor.
His teeth clenched hardly and his eyes burning of anger. He was in rage. Blood was still trickling down his left cheek and he desperatly tried to stop the wound from bleeding with a pale hand.
"Van...Fanel..!" he hissed loudly, cutting his nails into the sore skin of his cheek.
That bastard. How dared he as much as touch his pretty face. How dared he harm it!
Dilandou started to shake of the pure rage, boiling inside of him. He would certainly make the young king remember his failures.
He increased his speed and kept on rushing towards the door at the end of the dim hall. "Folken!" he yelled without reply.
He stoped outside the door and swung it open brutally, now standing face to face with the strategos. "Folken!" he hissed loudly and Folken looked up, facing the furious capten blankly.
"Dilandou?" he said, a bored tone to his voice.
Dilandou took it as an invitation and entered the room without further complains from the older man, who knew it was hopeless even to try and stop the raged youth.
Dilandou stoped infront of him and fixed his mad eyes at him.
"Look!" he said and pointed at his cheek.
"Look what he did to me! That disgusting, irritating brother of yours!" he spat and Folken gave him a look, staying at the same calmed level as always. "What about it Dilandou?" he asked and Dilandou's eyes grew wide in anger. "HE RUINED MY FACE!!" he yelled, as if a regular tone wouldn't reach the other man's ears. A short silence fell over the place for a while, the only audioable thing would be Dilandous heavily breathing from the rage.
Suddenly a slight smile spread on Folken's lips and he looked Dilandou deeply in the eyes. "I think it suits you very well..." he said and Dilandou gasped softly. The youth made a slight twitch in shock and stared at the strategos with big, surprised eyes.
Then he got reminded of his anger and quickly turned away his gaze.
He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his nose into the air as he let out a soft "Hmpf!".
"Still he shall be punished for his foolish behavior. I cannot just let him go after causing me this much pain." he said, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. Folken looked at him intensly. Suddenly his eyes seemed almost worried as he watched the younger boy. "You should take care of that and not just let the blood keep flowing, Dilandou." he said and turned around, looking for something.
Dilandou continued without really caring what the older man was doing and a mocking smirk crossed his lips.
"Don't think I'll spare him just because he happens to be relative to you! And don't think that I care either for that ma---!" he was suddenly cut of when Folken turned back to him again and carefully placed a bandage aid on the youth's cheek.
Dilandou froze and another surprised gasp escaped his lips. He stared at the taller man infront of him looking back at him seriously.
"There, now go do whatever you want about this 'caused pain' that is troubling you so." Folken said, a slight sarcasm in his voice, yet it wasn't mockingly. Dilandou just stood there, unable to move. His eyes blinking and his mouth letting out a slight sound of a "Hn?".
The other man walked past him and headed for the entrance, which Dilandou had come storming in from just a moment ago. "Me myself, I have other things to care about..." he said and left the room, leaving the young capten totaly stunned and alone in the room.
A long silence followed and Dilandou let out a slight gasp as he moved his hand to touch the soft fabric of the aid on his cheek.

-Pain-

***

"Didn't you say you wanted to be---"

"SHUT UP!"

"But you said it yourself. That you wanted to---"

"SHUT UP! I'm sick of your ramblings about me! I am ME and noone else, don't even try to take that away from me!"

"Take what away from you?"

"What is it you're trying to protect?"

Dilandou lurched upright suddenly, and his eyes snapped open wide. Gasping for breath, and taking in his surroundings. He swallowed and ran his fingers over the bandage aid on his left cheek.

-Pain-

He breathed out deeply and looked around. It was early morning.
He grabbed his clothes laying thrown on a chair beside the bed and dressed quickly.
He opened the door and stoped suddenly, turning around and taking a quick check on the room before he left.

***

"Chesta, Gatti!" Dilandou yelled and the two young dragonslayers took a step forward as they bowed deeply. "Sir." they replied and Dilandou smirked blissfully. "Tell the others that I want them downstairs on the deck in ten minutes. We have orders!" he said and the two dragonslayers excused themselves with a bow, then hurrying away to inform the others.
Dilandou smirked for himself. Finally a fight. Some battle would always bright up his day. He was just about to head downstairs when suddenly a voice stoped him.
"Dilandou..." the strategous voice rang in his ears and he stoped, turning around quickly. Standing face to face with the older man. "Yes Strategos?" said Dilandou with a wide smile playing on his lips.
Folken stared at him seriously. "Don't do anything stupid..." he said and Dilandou chuckled softly. "Oh well don't you worry about me my dear Strategos..." he said and a sly smirk curled up his lips. "If I were you, I'd be more conscerned about my precious little brother..." he said in a mocking voice and turned on the heal.
Folken watched him walk away down the long corridor, his eyes darkening, as he looked down in the ground.
"What is it you're trying to accomplish...?"