Another fic by me! This is Lord Dilly’s POV on...well you’ll find out… Disclaimer: I don’t own Escaflowne or the characters therein. What does Therein mean anyway?

R&R or I’ll make Dilandau flame your stories…

‘Till Death Do Us Part

Is it possible for someone you love to just disappear off the face of the planet in such a short time? Why did it happen to me? Why Him? Why now? Is this some kind of sick joke? Is it a dream? No… Dreams don’t hurt this bad.

I had only just returned from that scene and stepped out into the hangar where their Guymelefs would normally be sat, ready for battle. There weren’t any there other than mine. Their Guymelefs had been taken to be repaired and prepared for their Replacements…that just sickened me.

I had fought with the Sorcerers to try and bring them back with the Destiny changing device, they said they would try, but only because their replacements were shit.

Well, that’s not exactly what they had said; they had said the replacements ‘were just not suitable for their intended tasks’ and the Dragonslayers were the only capable force in Zaibach.

We aren’t called Elite for nothing, you know.

In the hangar, I realized just how alone I was, I kept hearing this crying girl in my mind, saying ‘don’t leave me alone’ over and over. She seemed so familiar…I broke down then, into tears. That’s the first time I’ve cried in my life.

A while after the Great War, when Folken was trying to rebuild Gaea, Allen couldn’t stand me and Celena constantly changing back and fourth so he had us put into separate bodies with the Destiny changing Device.
And yet where were my Dragonslayers? Did they not even matter to the sorcerers?

Evidently, they did; because, last week when I returned to the Vione, I was called into the Hospital wing during Training. When I went in, technicians were frantically running around giving injections to young boys lying unconscious in white sheeted beds. They were my boys, my Dragonslayers. I had to put on a brave face, I was in front of so many people, and I couldn’t let them see me crumple like I was in my mind.

The first one to come around was Shesta, my loyalist. He jumped so high out of his bed that quite a few tubes came out of his arm and I had to hold him still while they were replaced. Next up was Gatti, my Second in command, he was happy to see me, too, but had learnt from many Back-hands not to be too affectionate. Shame, really, because I had wanted so badly to tell him how much I had missed his company.

The others awoke one after the other in an order I can hardly remember, all I do know is that they had had problems with Miguel, My more rebellious ‘slayer. It had had something to do with him being dead longer when they had found him. They got a pulse after five hours since they had attempted to get him back, and the Slayers were all sent back to the Dormitory.

I stayed with him, next to his bed all night; even though the Sorcerers said he probably wouldn’t make it to dawn.

I didn’t want to miss anymore time with him.

I woke the next morning to the heart monitor beeping at an alarming rate; I looked down confusedly to see Miguel looking up at me terrified. ”Lord Dilandau…I think I just died…” were the first words he said to me. All that replied was a tear, a tear that became two tears, then four.

“Sir…why are you crying?” again, I didn’t answer, all I could do was wrap my arms around him in a silent hug as the tears kept coming. I started to shake…why did I start shaking? It hurt to cry, I wasn’t used to it. My stomach hurt as I sobbed. I couldn’t control myself, and when he hugged back and said such sweet soothing words to me it made it hurt more.
“I lost you Miguel…I really lost you this time…” was the first thing I managed to splutter out.

“Please…don’t leave me alone again…”

Miguel still kept cooing in my ear. I started to calm down.
”Lord Dilandau…of course I won’t…like that pledge of allegiance we had to say when we first joined: ‘I will be loyal to my Superiors and my Captain ‘till death do us part.’ I don’t intend to leave again.”

I smiled a weak smile at him, letting him go from the crushing hug. I had to fill him in on everything he had missed. He listened intently, hanging on my every word.

“So, we aren’t at war with Fanalia?”
”No, in fact I’ve had to read through the entire 26 cubit long scroll Treaty saying we have to make up for our crimes by helping to Rebuild Gaea and the countries we have destroyed.” I had told him in such a monotone voice it made him giggle boyishly.
”Not fond of it then?”
”NOT A SMIDGIN!” I had playfully shouted back, making him giggle more.
”Sir…you’ve changed…”
this wasn’t something I’d expect to hear from him.
”Well…you scared me back there…”

“I know…”

“Besides that…I’m starting to think about things differently…like you Dragonslayers for example. I’m starting to think that…well…maybe I should consider settling down in a steady relationship…”

Miguel looked ready to faint.

“But…I’m torn three ways, You, Shesta, and…as much as I hate to say it…Van…”

The heart monitor went so fast I had to glare at it to shut it up.

Miguel looked at me caringly.
”I know how you feel, sir. All I can tell you is follow your heart.” Is what he had said.

What an interesting week I’ve had.

***

Dilandau closed the Leather back Journal, laying it on his wooden desk infront of the window and replacing the feather pen in its ink well. He stretched, content, and yawned widely. The Albino Glanced around the red room, at the mahogany chest of drawers and the black oak Four poster Double bed, lain with red Embroidered quilts and sheets.

A soft knock came from the Door, followed by a familiar voice as the door opened.
”Hey Dilly-Pickle…” Miguel cooed, hugging His Captain from behind, wrapping his arms around the Albino’s neck.

“Where have you been Miggy?”
”I’ve been wandering around aimlessly Sir…” the Brunette replied with a kiss to his master’s cheek. “What you been writing about?”

“Just us, I’ve just been writing about us.” Dilandau stated thoughtfully. “Migs…”

“What?”

“I love you.” The Albino replied simply, getting up from the leather chair and closing the curtains, leaving the room pitch black. Miguel knew the drill and closed the door, locking it tightly.
”My Guess is we’re continuing from where we left off last night?”

“How did you guess?”

“It’s my Subordinate’s Intuition, sir.”

Dilandau gave a gruff grunt of a laugh; there was a squeak, then a soft ruffling of covers.