Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ To Mend the Rose ❯ Troibling Records ( Chapter 3 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Feye Morgan 
Allen discovers some disturbing military records, and Van becomes curious.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
Allen discovers some disturbing military records, and Van becomes curious.
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
ONWARD!
Disclaimer:
*stares intently and swings Hitomi's pendant back and forth*
You are feeling relaxed...you are listening to my voice...I do not own Escaflowne...I do not own Escaflowne...
*drones on*
TO MEND THE ROSE: TROUBLING RECORDS by Feye Morgan
The cottage was small, but not so small as to be uncomfortable for two occupants. Unlike the rest of the forest that Dilandau had seen, the humble home was warm and inviting. Sunshine streamed down into the clearing, brightening the kempt grass lawn and the wooden beams of a little shed. The rays warmed Dilandau's cold skin. He hadn't known the day was so bright. The trees were too dense where he had wandered.
Dilandau smiled happily. The change in scenery lightened his heart considerably.
~Maybe the future won't be so bad after all~
"Well, this is my place. It's not much, but it's home," Enmu smiled. With the mist gone, and the sun banishing shadows, Dilandau was able to see his companion clearly. His blue-green hair was cut short in the back, but left longer in the front. It shimmered slightly, almost as if the strands were unsure what color they should be. His face was long and narrow, with a small but not delicate nose. He was tall. Taller than Dilandau, and definitely not as slight. Years of hard work had built up the muscles in his arms and legs. He could easily have been intimidating, had he not been smiling warmly.
"Well, come on. You must be hungry," Enmu smiled.
The inside of the cottage was just as cheery and welcoming as the outside. Windows were placed evenly throughout the house, admitting the warmth and light of the day outside. The furniture was simple but well-built, consisting of a small roundish table in what looked to be the kitchen, surrounded by two wicker chairs. The living area was to the lower left of the kitchen, and directly left of the entrance. Enmu had lined a wicker couch with soft handmade pillows. Altogether, the cottage was a welcome change for Dilandau.
"There's food in the cupboard," Enmu pointed. "Feel free to fix yourself something. I will be right back. I just remembered I left some wood lying around, and I have a feeling that it might rain tonight." With that, Enmu walked back out the door.
Dilandau shook his head. These cottage folk were too trusting. Had Dilandau the mind, he could easily rob Enmu blind and slip away before he returned. Of course, the albino had no such intentions. His host had been too kind to him, and theft would serve him no purpose.
Dilandau frowned slightly as he made his way to the kitchen, intent on taking Enmu's invitation. The albino realized that he had been uncharacteristically courteous to the blue-haired man. There was something about Enmu's demeanor that relaxed the former soldier.
Dilandau was able to find some bread, a bit of butter, and a jug of water. He had just sat down at the table when his new companion walked back in the door. He raised an eyebrow at the meager meal the boy had picked.
"You can have more than that, you know," he said and he sat down at the other chair.
Dilandau shook his head. "I've never been a large eater. This is good enough for me. Thank you for your hospitality."
"Don't mention it." Enmu gave one of his warm smiles again. "It's so rare that I have a guest. It is a welcome change. You can stay as long as you like, provided that you help me with my chores, and provide good company."
Dilandau smiled. "Domo Arigato."
~I'm not sure I'll be able to pull off the 'good company'. I've never been all that charismatic. But then...I feel so at easy around this fellow. It's strange~
"So, what's your story?"
Dilandau paused with the slice of bread halfway to his mouth.
"Ah. Hesitant to say? It's alright. I get around enough to recognize that uniform, and I hold nothing against you. Zaibach, correct?"
Dilandau nodded.
"What are you doing alone out here, so close to Palas?"
Dilandau hesitated again.
"All right, all right." Enmu held his hands up. "I won't press you."
The turn of the conversation had made Dilandau uneasy, despite the man's assuarnce that he wouldn't pry.
"So...Enmu-san-" Dilandua began.
"Oh, plain old 'Enmu' is fine," Enmu broke in.
"Enmu, then. So, do you live here alone?"
Enmu nodded. "I'm not married, and my folks live in the city. I go to visit them occasionally. I just got back, actually, which is why this place isn't as kept up as usual."
Dilandau finished his bread off, and sipped on the water. Now that the pangs in his stomach had left, the albino felt fatigue creeping up on him. Enmu noticed immediately.
"Looks like you've had a rough day. I keep a guest room," he pointed to a door behind Dilandau, "You can sleep in there. I'll be outside, stacking wood." He smiled crookedly.
Dilandau smiled his thanks, swallowed the last of the water, and stood.
"You'll find a bed in there. I believe there's a pillow in the closet," Enmu said. He nodded amiably, and left once again.
Dilandau found the room to hold the same degree of comfort and coziness as the rest of the cabin. He pulled off his boots and armor, leaving only his sleeveless violet undershirt and black pants. He slipped off his diadem and laid it carefully on the night table beside the bed.
The petal. It was still in his hand somehow.
Dilandau stared at it for a long time, as if trying to see something within the faded crimson patterns. Why did his Dragonslayers have to die? Why did They pick him? Why? Why all the pain?
~Maybe here I will find some answers~
Dilandau laid the rose carefully, even reverently, on the table beside his diadem.
He was asleep in moments.
~*~*~*~*~
Allen Schezar walked purposefully through the halls of Asturia's palace. He stopped before a door, and knocked sharply.
"Van, it's Allen."
"Come in."
Van had cleared away most of the furniture in his spacious guest room to the side, leaving a large enough room to practice with his katana. He was standing in the middle of the clearing with his sword out, breathing more heavily than normal.
"Yes, Allen?" Van asked, beckoning the Caeli Knight further inside, and brushing aside some of his obstinate black hair.
"Enjoying the wait for the conferences?"
Van snorted. "I just want them to be over."
Allen nodded. "Zaibach seems quite willing to cooperate. I'm certai that you will get all the aid, economic and manual, that you need to rebuild Fanelia."
Van nodded. He expected no less.
That wasn't the only reason you came here, though, was it Allen?"
Allen smiled slightly. The boy king had become quite perceptive lately.
"Asturia has been going through all of Zaibach's official documentation and papers. I've been helping to look through the military records." Allen pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Van. "This is from Dilandau's file."
Van frowned darkly at the mention of his enemy's name. "And?" His voice was tainted with the tracings of anger and hatred.
"Look at the bottom paragraph. The last update on his status."
Van raised both eyebrows in shock. "Dilandau deserted? When?"
"Apparently before the attack on Palas. He was seen briefly walking into the nearby woods. He had left his indentification tag lying discarded in the grass."
Van stared at Allen. "Why?"
Allen shrugged. "Not a clue. But that isn't all." The blonde knight pulled out another piece of paper and pointed out a section to the king. "Right here."
Van read carefully. "'Status: Twelve, Red Moon. Hospitalized for experimentation relapse.' So? He's insane. We all knew that."
Allen shook his head. "That's what I thought, but 'experimentation'? Why that choice of words? Then, I saw this on his profile." Allen unfolded yet another piece of paper. This page had the albino soldier's stats and picture.
----
NAME Dilandau Albatou
EYES Red
HAIR White
HEIGHT 5' 6"
WEIGHT 500 Newtons
RANK Captain
SQUAD RANK General
TIES Madoushi-T009
Van stopped reading. "Madoushi?"
"Zaibach sorcerers, Van."
"What does this mean?"
"I have my suspicions, but I intend to learn more. The problem is that the Sorcerer files are one of the empire's most confidential records. I need your help in getting the empire to release them."
"And how can I accomplish something like that?"
"We'll find a way. Something about this rubs me the wrong way. I would very much like to know exactly what those madoushi's 'experiments' really were."
~*~*~*~
Disclaimer:
*stares intently and swings Hitomi's pendant back and forth*
You are feeling relaxed...you are listening to my voice...I do not own Escaflowne...I do not own Escaflowne...
*drones on*
TO MEND THE ROSE: TROUBLING RECORDS by Feye Morgan
The cottage was small, but not so small as to be uncomfortable for two occupants. Unlike the rest of the forest that Dilandau had seen, the humble home was warm and inviting. Sunshine streamed down into the clearing, brightening the kempt grass lawn and the wooden beams of a little shed. The rays warmed Dilandau's cold skin. He hadn't known the day was so bright. The trees were too dense where he had wandered.
Dilandau smiled happily. The change in scenery lightened his heart considerably.
~Maybe the future won't be so bad after all~
"Well, this is my place. It's not much, but it's home," Enmu smiled. With the mist gone, and the sun banishing shadows, Dilandau was able to see his companion clearly. His blue-green hair was cut short in the back, but left longer in the front. It shimmered slightly, almost as if the strands were unsure what color they should be. His face was long and narrow, with a small but not delicate nose. He was tall. Taller than Dilandau, and definitely not as slight. Years of hard work had built up the muscles in his arms and legs. He could easily have been intimidating, had he not been smiling warmly.
"Well, come on. You must be hungry," Enmu smiled.
The inside of the cottage was just as cheery and welcoming as the outside. Windows were placed evenly throughout the house, admitting the warmth and light of the day outside. The furniture was simple but well-built, consisting of a small roundish table in what looked to be the kitchen, surrounded by two wicker chairs. The living area was to the lower left of the kitchen, and directly left of the entrance. Enmu had lined a wicker couch with soft handmade pillows. Altogether, the cottage was a welcome change for Dilandau.
"There's food in the cupboard," Enmu pointed. "Feel free to fix yourself something. I will be right back. I just remembered I left some wood lying around, and I have a feeling that it might rain tonight." With that, Enmu walked back out the door.
Dilandau shook his head. These cottage folk were too trusting. Had Dilandau the mind, he could easily rob Enmu blind and slip away before he returned. Of course, the albino had no such intentions. His host had been too kind to him, and theft would serve him no purpose.
Dilandau frowned slightly as he made his way to the kitchen, intent on taking Enmu's invitation. The albino realized that he had been uncharacteristically courteous to the blue-haired man. There was something about Enmu's demeanor that relaxed the former soldier.
Dilandau was able to find some bread, a bit of butter, and a jug of water. He had just sat down at the table when his new companion walked back in the door. He raised an eyebrow at the meager meal the boy had picked.
"You can have more than that, you know," he said and he sat down at the other chair.
Dilandau shook his head. "I've never been a large eater. This is good enough for me. Thank you for your hospitality."
"Don't mention it." Enmu gave one of his warm smiles again. "It's so rare that I have a guest. It is a welcome change. You can stay as long as you like, provided that you help me with my chores, and provide good company."
Dilandau smiled. "Domo Arigato."
~I'm not sure I'll be able to pull off the 'good company'. I've never been all that charismatic. But then...I feel so at easy around this fellow. It's strange~
"So, what's your story?"
Dilandau paused with the slice of bread halfway to his mouth.
"Ah. Hesitant to say? It's alright. I get around enough to recognize that uniform, and I hold nothing against you. Zaibach, correct?"
Dilandau nodded.
"What are you doing alone out here, so close to Palas?"
Dilandau hesitated again.
"All right, all right." Enmu held his hands up. "I won't press you."
The turn of the conversation had made Dilandau uneasy, despite the man's assuarnce that he wouldn't pry.
"So...Enmu-san-" Dilandua began.
"Oh, plain old 'Enmu' is fine," Enmu broke in.
"Enmu, then. So, do you live here alone?"
Enmu nodded. "I'm not married, and my folks live in the city. I go to visit them occasionally. I just got back, actually, which is why this place isn't as kept up as usual."
Dilandau finished his bread off, and sipped on the water. Now that the pangs in his stomach had left, the albino felt fatigue creeping up on him. Enmu noticed immediately.
"Looks like you've had a rough day. I keep a guest room," he pointed to a door behind Dilandau, "You can sleep in there. I'll be outside, stacking wood." He smiled crookedly.
Dilandau smiled his thanks, swallowed the last of the water, and stood.
"You'll find a bed in there. I believe there's a pillow in the closet," Enmu said. He nodded amiably, and left once again.
Dilandau found the room to hold the same degree of comfort and coziness as the rest of the cabin. He pulled off his boots and armor, leaving only his sleeveless violet undershirt and black pants. He slipped off his diadem and laid it carefully on the night table beside the bed.
The petal. It was still in his hand somehow.
Dilandau stared at it for a long time, as if trying to see something within the faded crimson patterns. Why did his Dragonslayers have to die? Why did They pick him? Why? Why all the pain?
~Maybe here I will find some answers~
Dilandau laid the rose carefully, even reverently, on the table beside his diadem.
He was asleep in moments.
~*~*~*~*~
Allen Schezar walked purposefully through the halls of Asturia's palace. He stopped before a door, and knocked sharply.
"Van, it's Allen."
"Come in."
Van had cleared away most of the furniture in his spacious guest room to the side, leaving a large enough room to practice with his katana. He was standing in the middle of the clearing with his sword out, breathing more heavily than normal.
"Yes, Allen?" Van asked, beckoning the Caeli Knight further inside, and brushing aside some of his obstinate black hair.
"Enjoying the wait for the conferences?"
Van snorted. "I just want them to be over."
Allen nodded. "Zaibach seems quite willing to cooperate. I'm certai that you will get all the aid, economic and manual, that you need to rebuild Fanelia."
Van nodded. He expected no less.
That wasn't the only reason you came here, though, was it Allen?"
Allen smiled slightly. The boy king had become quite perceptive lately.
"Asturia has been going through all of Zaibach's official documentation and papers. I've been helping to look through the military records." Allen pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Van. "This is from Dilandau's file."
Van frowned darkly at the mention of his enemy's name. "And?" His voice was tainted with the tracings of anger and hatred.
"Look at the bottom paragraph. The last update on his status."
Van raised both eyebrows in shock. "Dilandau deserted? When?"
"Apparently before the attack on Palas. He was seen briefly walking into the nearby woods. He had left his indentification tag lying discarded in the grass."
Van stared at Allen. "Why?"
Allen shrugged. "Not a clue. But that isn't all." The blonde knight pulled out another piece of paper and pointed out a section to the king. "Right here."
Van read carefully. "'Status: Twelve, Red Moon. Hospitalized for experimentation relapse.' So? He's insane. We all knew that."
Allen shook his head. "That's what I thought, but 'experimentation'? Why that choice of words? Then, I saw this on his profile." Allen unfolded yet another piece of paper. This page had the albino soldier's stats and picture.
----
NAME Dilandau Albatou
EYES Red
HAIR White
HEIGHT 5' 6"
WEIGHT 500 Newtons
RANK Captain
SQUAD RANK General
TIES Madoushi-T009
Van stopped reading. "Madoushi?"
"Zaibach sorcerers, Van."
"What does this mean?"
"I have my suspicions, but I intend to learn more. The problem is that the Sorcerer files are one of the empire's most confidential records. I need your help in getting the empire to release them."
"And how can I accomplish something like that?"
"We'll find a way. Something about this rubs me the wrong way. I would very much like to know exactly what those madoushi's 'experiments' really were."
~*~*~*~