| ~*~Scorpions Hide Under Rocks~*~ by Lost Soul �The fortress is quieter than usual tonight.� Hm. No soldiers, no Madoushi. Interesting. Not one living thing stirring, this is very odd. �I don�t like it.� Maybe Lord Dilandau has retired early. That would, at least, explain the silence. �I hate him.� Is that Lord Folken up ahead? I hate you too. Last night was not what I expected. All you did was talk about your stupid dreams, your pitiful experiments. Some revolutionary. What could I possibly learn from you? �Good night, Lord Folken.� �What? Oh, good night Viole. Not heading for the library?� �No.� �Well, good night then.� Pitiful. You didn�t even notice me until I spoke. Pitiful, Lord Folken. This midnight stroll is utterly pointless. I might as well go back to bed and listen to Migel snore. They couldn�t make the walls thick enough. Maybe I�ll just have a nightcap. This way is fastest to the kitchens. Will you look at that, no one, again! What a surprise. Oh no. It�s that moronic pretty-boy. What are you doing up, dung-for-brains? �What are you doing up, Dalet?� �Oh, I,� Look at that. He�s scared of me. �I was getting a midnight snack, and you?� So white and scared. Keep on trembling Dalet. �I couldn�t sleep.� �Yeah? Too bad. G�night Viole.� �See you in training?� �Sure.� Pathetic excuse for a soldier. How he became a Dragon Slayer is beyond me. Here we are, the kitchens. Hm. Jajuka? I wonder, that wine is probably for Dilandau. Poor, sweet, drunken Dilandau. Selfish little son-of-a-bastard. Why is Jajuka looking at me that way? I bet he knows about me and Folken. Bet Dilandau told him, the whiny tattletale. That was embarrassing at lunch, yesterday. I should have been more careful, watched my mouth. �Up late, aren�t we Jajuka?� He�s still staring. What is his problem? �Yes. Dilandau-sama wanted a drink.� I knew it. �There�s no rest for the weary, huh, Jajuka?� �Clever. No, there isn�t.� �Good night Jajuka. Send my regards to Lord Dilandau.� Send my regards to the little tyrant. �Of course. Good night Viole.� I�m glad he�s leaving. I don�t trust that beast-ilk. He belongs in slave labour. Real labour. Not following after pretty kitty Dilandau. Damn. There�s only a bit of bread left from dinner. Those slobs can�t see food without inhaling it, or throwing it. Migel, Dalet, Guimel, Gatti. I�ll get you. Maybe on another night like this I�ll creep into your rooms, heh-heh. At least Jajuka left me a little drink. Except now I have no one to dine with. �Here Folken-Folken.� I�ll just, share this with him. It�s past midnight, the guard should have rotated already. Where is everyone? Not you too. What is Chesta doing awake at this time of night? There must be a pj party I�m unaware of. Go back to bed Chesta! �Hello Viole-kun. You can�t sleep either? I was getting a snack. I�ll share with you.� I like Chesta-chan�s giggle. It�s the only thing that makes me laugh. Unlike Guimel�s jokes. �Sorry to disappoint you Chesta, but I eat alone.� �Oh. Okay.� He�s like an eager puppy. Puppies get kicked around though. Still, he�s a good sort. Maybe I�ll pay him a late night visit too. Ah, here�s Folken�s room. �Your little companion is here.� �Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, Viole-chan. Thanks for the bread. And you brought wine too? You shouldn�t have.� �Up late testing for molecules?� �Everything has molecules, Viole. I thought that I had taught you that.� Blah, blah, boring. Yes, you did teach me, along with chemistry and biology. I used to be able to confide in you. Now you disappoint me. Your microscope-thing is so much more fascinating. I hate you. I hate you for telling me the truth about Viole �Demon Eyes� Rho. And I will never forgive you. I could fall asleep, right here on your bed while you look at little squiggly things in your microscope. I�ll just lie here and dream of my beloved. You and I both want the same thing, but I will get it. You can never win, Lord Folken. Or you, Lord Dilandau. |