Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Rebel ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

So lay down

The threat is real

When his sights

Go red again

-The Red by Chevel.

Dilandau Albatau paced through the dim lighted hall. The sound of his steel tipped boots made a pleasant, clicking sound. All was going perfectly. Everything had to be perfect It sounded like a high standard but Dilandau would not settle for anything less. He was barely paying attention to the progress of his Dragonslayers. No matter how bad he treated them he always had faith that someday they would be as perfect as he thought himself to be. That day would not come for several years he supposed. He would not let them stop until they were fully trained to become generals.

He awoke from his trance because of a loud crash from the left side of the long training hall. He turned around to the source of the problem. One of the boys had dropped his sword. Even with his keen eyesight Dilandau could not make out who the boy was from that distance. There were too many young men to keep track of. He strode until he reached the boy picking up his sword. It was one of the younger boys, or at least seemed younger. He wasn't much past puberty and even though his armor was the smallest size available it still was visibly falling off of him. He then remembered the boys name, Mazrim. He was a tiny boy who had barely passed the qualification tests and wasn't doing much better now.

" Mazim! How many frickin' times do I have to tell you?! Stop being so damn clumsy!! If you can't hold your weapon properly then what's the point of you having one at all!?" The little boy nodded his head in agreement. He slowly began to get up. Dilandau was in a bad mood. He needed something to hit. No sooner than Mazrim had gotten up Dilandau raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face. The boy fell to the ground again and looked up at Dilandau in fear. He kicked him in the ribs. Mazrim squealed in pain.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dilandau." He managed to squeak out.

" You're weak!" Dilandau hissed. " I hate weaklings!!" He kicked him again. Mazrim was practically in tears now.

"Stop it…." Said a little voice a few feet away. He turned sharply. Who would dare to question Dilandau Albatou? All the other young men had stopped practicing to watch Dilandau beat up the smaller boy. The silence was like glass. It would break if you uttered a whisper. The voice had come from a girl, about Dilandau's age. He remembered her name. She was a new soldier. She had just been put under his orders a week before. Her name was Tami. She had shoulder length, black hair that was pulled into a high ponytail for sparring with blue tips and highlights. She wasn't short but not expecially tall either. Her petite frame stood out from the sea of bulky male statures that crowded the room.

"What did you say to me?" Dilandau asked. She was looking down at the floor.

"Nothing Lord Dilandau" She was lying, he could see it in her face.

" You do not tell me how to treat my boys. I am here to turn them into men. I don't suppose you would have, much experience on how to do that, now would you?" He was cupping her chin in his hand. " So stay out of my buisness, bitch." He said harshly.

"Yes, Lord Dilandau." She replied meekly. He brushed his thin, silver hair out of his face and went back to the middle of the room where he was before.

" Everybody! Go wash-up!" That was enough training for one day. The young men dropped their swords and raced for the change room.

Tami walked slowly as opposed to the rest of Dilandau's Dragonslayers. 'Yes' She thought with disapointment and disgust. ' There is only one change room' By the time she got in the door most of the guys were stripped down and were in the process of washing themselves with the cloths provided and the water from a large pool of heated water. The place reeked of rust, sweat and old cologne. Hesitantly she stripped down to her undergarments and then carefully took them off while constantly covering most of her self up as best she could. She was getting quite a few glances from the young men in the misty room. She tried not to notice.

Meanwhile, Dilandau walked into the change room. He had his own private little pool and cloth and most of all, a curtain covering it up. ' Look a them.' He thought. ' I bet that whore is fucking them all to hell, she's buttering them up.' He added with a shudder of repulse. After he finished he put his clothes on and carried his armor. All of the other boys had gone to the kitchen for their meal. Dilandau walked up the dank stairwell to the dining room. He was wearing a thin white muscle shirt and low, leather pants. He reached the top of the stairs and leaned against the wall. He glared at all of his pathetic Dragonslayers. They were all eating the little food provided. He silently walked to the vat of slop that the cooks called soup and the chunks of Lord-knows-what supposably called meat. He didn't like the food but it wasn't worth complaining about. The cooking ladies were scary when they were angry.

He sat down at a lone table at the corner of the dining room. Dilandau glanced to his right. Tami was sitting, also at a lone table sipping her soup slowly. She clearly was in no hurry to finish. Dilandau on the other hand was ravenous, he hadn't eaten since the day before. All of a sudden one of the plump cooking ladies stepped up and propped up a bottle of red wine and a glass on his table then left without saying a word. He didn't even bother to pour it into the glass, he just grabbed the bottle and took a long gulp of it, not caring about the stream of red liquid flowing down his chin. Suddenly he got that feeling as if he was being watched. He turned his head and came face to face with Tami. She was staring at him with piercing, brown, eyes. She mouthed the word ' pig' She didn't seem to care about the concequences her actions might bring. She stood up and walked to her table. He gave her an evil eye. She remained unfazed.

" You do not say anything disrespectable about me while I'm around!" He yelled He shifted her eyes.

" I don't give a shit. What? Did I hurt your feeling or something?" She remained expressionless. He snarled and slapped her across the face while chugging down a few more gulps of his wine.

" You need to learn some respect, bitch!" She gasped and fell to the floor. Dilandau was beginning to get quite drunk. "I hate you!" He cried out. He kicked her in the ribs, how he so often liked to do to soldiers who didn't follow orders. He took a few more swigs then fell to the floor. Unconcius and utterly intoxicated. His silver hair fell over his face and his lips were a tiny bit parted. Tami smiled. This was how she liked to see him, unconcious on the floor. She began to walk to the other side of him to check his pulse. If he was dead then she would be tried for murder.

Under a strange circumstance she tripped over her own feet and landed directly over top of Dilandau. His breath smelled of wine. She looked around, the young men at the other tables were looking at her as if she had sprouted a tail. She got up carefully but clumsyly slipped on the spilled wine and fell against her with all her weight. "Oops." She began but in the middle of her sentence Dilandau's ruby, red eyes blinked open. "Ah!" He gasped. " What the hell!? Are you trying to take advantage of me while I'm drunk?" He yelled.

" No!" She protested. "I slipped and.." Before she could finish he cut her off. " I don't blame you." The he started climbing the stairs up to his bedroom. He needed sleep. His head hurt from both the alchohol and the fall. His room was practically the only decent room in the entire fortress. The Dragonslayer's dorms were quite unsuitable for living. They had hard mattress's and sheets. They were always cramped. Four people to a tiny room and probably up to two-hundred rats. So, Dilandau considered himself a pretty lucky guy to have a decent bedroom. The walls were gray and plain but his sheets and thick quilt were of the finest red satin and wool. There was also a fire extinguisher for obvious reasons. The room smelled of wine and cologne. He took off his shirt and plopped it onto the bed and drifted off into s dreamless sleep that seemed to last forever.

Author's note.: Don't worry! The twist is coming in the next chapter!!You get to see what Tami's real motive is. And I know that I am going to get billions of flames for making the dragonslayers seem like mindless perverts but I just wanted to emphisize that they do not have a major effect on the story. They in this story are just plot devices. So I wanted to put more focus on the relationship between Tami and Dilandau So long peeps!!!