Even on the coldest of nights

(A/N) Why hello there. Before we begin, lemme just tell you how this came into existence... 

Me: Hmm how bout we ship Vision of Escaflowne characters.  

Brain: Sure that's a great idea!  

Me: let's see, Hitomi x Van, Allen x Gaddes....  

Brain: OMFG DILANDAU X EVERYONE!!!  

Me: kay.... 

SO. BASICALLY. YEAH. Enjoy(= 

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"H-Hello?" 

"Is anyone there?" 

"Gatti?" 

"Chesta?" 

"Anyone?" 

"Please... Please don't leave me alone again."

Dilandau stared wildly into the surrounding blackness. It encompassed him. Totally. Completely. Filling every single one of his pores. Seeping through his skin, past his bones, to the very essence of his being. Suffocating, Dilandau was melting into the night. Senses started to panic: breathing increased, and fearful sweat beaded at his temple. The fair boys eyes widened slightly in alert.

Then his mind righted itself.

He coughed once, dispelling the formless ink from his lungs. It was still there though, in the pit of his stomach.  

Another cough and the illusion plaguing him dissipated as well.

For a minute he just lay there, recalling the whispers of a nightmare. It had been the worst kind, a dream so real it was almost a memory. But they were never his memories, just horrible dreams.

Dilandau stood from his bed, throwing on the light shirt he had draped across the end. He'd always hated sleeping, it made him feel vulnerable. And for Dilandau, being weak was unacceptable.

Sweeping white locks from his face, the young man left his spacious room for the endless metal corridors snaking through the Zaibach ship. No one but him and the generals were up this late, and they usually stayed confined to war rooms. Hours and hours they plotted and strategized.

Dilandau scoffed at the thought, knowing him and his Dragon Slayers had no time for such trivial instructions. They could take out a whole city-- no, a kingdom-- all on their own. He smiled, remembering how easy it had been to take out Fanelia and it's "top" swordsmen. No one could beat him in a Guymelef.

For a moment Dilandau leaned against the cool steel wall, remenising in the glory of that battle. The euphoric feeling of his liquid metal blades sliding through the Fanelian soldiers. And Balgus, their greatest fighter, and he was sliced to 

ribbons.

As he continued down the hallway, he stumbled a bit from the empowerment of the memory. A manac grin slowly crept onto his face; shadows and contors twisting in the dim light.

Eventually, Dilandau reached a large hanger. Organized into perfect queues stood his and the other boys own Guymelefs. The thin shafts of light that managed to squeeze through the high, tight windows glinted off the machines. They were beautiful in his eyes, the ultimate weapons of war. His war.

At the end of the footfall-field length space lay his destination. A dark door locked from the inside with a heavy bar. Rust flaked onto his skin, staining his fingers a dusty red.

On the other side of the door lay a platform that encircled the whole ship. Though only a few meters wide, you could see everything below you from it. Since he'd stayed at the fortress, Dilandau couldn't remember a single night that he didn't end up sitting there, legs dangling over the land. Once outside, the wind hit him lifting the edges of his clothing and tossing his hair back into his surprised eyes. It was brisk, raising goosebumps across his skin.

Sensing another human presence Dilandau glanced quickly to his left. Not expecting anything, the smudges of a human form took him aback. As he traveled towards it, curious, it became apparent that there were, in fact, two shapes, locked in an embrace.

With a sort of horrified curiosity Dilandau could not force himself to stop walking. However much he wanted to turn back, and forget what he was seeing, it was impossible. Five feet away one of the figures looked up, surprise melting into absolute terror. The boy drew back from his partner, roughly pushing him away.

"It-It's not what you think!," Chesta choked out to Dilandau, whose face was twisting red in anger.

Gatti raised his head, an expression of mixed hurt and fear across his features.

They sat, waiting for a response; any response. But the third man was uncharacteristically quiet, and the reddest either of the others had ever seen him.

Finally, after an agonizing silence, Dilandau returned to the hanger. Mind reeling and body numb, he jumped into his Alseides and slipped away into the night.

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(A/N) Hey guys! So I'm back after an 

awkwardly long writers block and a predictable bout of laziness(= I recently watched this amazing anime 

called the Vision of Escaflowne (love me some 90's anime xD), and that's where these characters come from. Dilandau's kinda my baby

So although this is completely uncanon, it will have real spoilers in the coming chapters. But ill put a warning in front of those(= thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote and fan

Ps: If you couldn't tell, I'm a bit rusty at this whole writing thing. It'll get better I pinkie promise *pinkie promises*