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Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is based on the full version of Escaflowne, if you've never
seen all of the show, then this will definitely contain spoilers. I thought this up because,
well I'm still a little freaked that Dilandau was...well once someone's little sister. So I
thought it would be interesting to separate him and his female counterpart. Celena, into
two different beings. I changed some of the dialogue (Duh) so it's not exactly like the series.
Enjoy! BP

I do not own Escaflowne or it's characters. (I'd love to own Dilandau ^.^)

Written by Black Pearl


Chapter 1: Not alike



Celena looked out from a top Vione. She sighed as she listened to Dilandau yelling at his
"incompetent" dragon slayers. From what she had heard, they were lucky just to have
gotten away.


Celena wasn't like her brother Dilandau. For one thing, she was sane. Then there was
the physical difference. His hair was a silvery gray, and her own a natural blonde, and
where her eyes were a deep blue, his were magenta. She turned to regard him as he
now talked with Folken. Sometimes she wondered if they were really related at all.


An image of Donkirk appeared, and the girl kneeled respectfully from where she was.
Celena strained to listen, but couldn't quite hear what was being said. In a way she
didn't want to. She stood when the image vanished.


Turning back around, Celena could see Fanelia still smouldering. She did care for her
brother, Dilandau, but she simply did not share his bloodlust. She did what she was told
because it was her duty. The things Dilandau did were far beyond that.


Dilandau came and stood next to Celena. "Admiring my handy work I see," he said,
smirking. Celena turned to face him. "Was that really necessary, Dilandau? I don't recall
wiping out a bunch of helpless people as being part of your mission." "True," Dilandau
admitted with a shrug, but then he smiled wickedly. "I did do the job though. Besides,
there's nothing wrong with a little added bonus." He then frowned, saying, "It would have
been flawless too, if it weren't for those imbeciles." Celena shook her head and they
headed inside.


******************


Celena was not there when it took place, but she learned of the captured of the elusive
Escaflowne. "It's very impressive," she said when she finally got the chance to see the
famed guymelef. She turned to Dilandau. "I heard that you captured Van as well. Where
is he now?" "Folken wanted to talk to him," Dilandau replied, "Family business." "F-family
business?" Celena repeated, "I don't quite follow you." "Folken is Van's older brother,"
Dilandau confided as they walked from Escaflowne. "I could have sworn I mentioned that."


A soldier interrupted their conversation. "What is it?" Dilandau demanded. "Dilandau - sama,"
the soldier said, "we're under attack!" Swearing, Dilandau ran off with the soldier. Celena,
removing her sword stayed where she was. She knew that more than likely the attackers
had come for the prisoner Van, and that he would try to get to the guymelef. She would
deal with him when he came.


She saw Van enter, but Dilandau headed him off. Van was unarmed but suddenly a sword
was dropped into his hand. Celena looks up to see the departing form of Folken. She
narrowed her eyes. Just whose side was he on? Celena could have ended the fight by getting
involved, but Dilandau, as arrogant as he was, would have never let her hear the end of it.
She simply watched, concerned, in the background.


Van knocked Dilandau off his feet, and seemingly Dilandau was unconscious. The boy turned
to walk away, so he didn't see Dilandau get up and prepare to kill him from behind. Celena
spotted a girl, who ran up and shouted to Van. The boy turned towards Dilandau and starts
fighting again. What would have been a fatal slash was missed by Van, but he made up for it by
cutting Dilandau's face. Crying out, Dilandau fell to his knees. Celena ran forward as Van
escaped with the girl and the Escaflowne.


Celena decided not to pursue the two of them, more concerned with her brother. He was
particularly stuck on himself and she knew he wouldn't take the wound very well. "My face," he
lamented, "he cut my beautiful face!" Celena leaned down and tried to console her brother, but
he scowled and pushed her away. "Just leave me alone!" he growled. Celena had fallen back
after the shove.


Dilandau rose and stalked off. Celena, bewildered. watched him go.





Chapter 2: Sibling Quarrel



"AARGH! The little bastard!!!"


A table was thrown off of the flying fortress.


"I'll slice him to bits!!!"


Dilandau wasn't just raving, he was in a full blown rage. Celena was sure he would be upset
about the damage done to his face, but this was ridiculous. "Dilandau, honestly!" she said,
"The way you're carrying on you'd think the world had ended!"


Dilandau turned to glare at Celena. "Well excuuuuuse me for giving a damn about my looks! You
know, I'm sure you wouldn't feel to great if some little bastard took it upon himself to ruin
that face of yours!"


Celena crossed her arms. "I'd feel bad about it, sure." she admitted coolly, "but I doubt I'd be
crying over it like a baby." Dilandau narrowed his eyes at his sister. "You know something,
Celena?" he asked coldly. Celena crossed her arms. "What Dilandau?" she asked, visibly
annoyed. "You can be a real bitch sometimes."


At first Celena went wide - eyed at the insult, but then she frowned and said, "Well you know
something else, Dily?" Celena asked, her tone just as cold as his. "No, I don't know," Dilandau
snapped, "And don't call me Dily!!" Celena smiled like a cat with a mouse under it's paw.
"Dily, Dily, Dily! Dily, Dily, Dily!" Celena said, mocking a smouldering Dilandau.


Celena continued to say this until with an angry growl, Dilandau removed his sword and moved
to slice his sister's face. Celena saw this coming, and being about as quick as Dilandau, she
was able to remove her own sword and block the attack. "I-If I may interrupt," said Chesta,
uncertainly, "Folken has asked to see you Celena." Celena resheathed her sword as she continued
to glare at her brother, who glared back at her, still upset.


Celena walked passed Chesta and walked down the hall.


*********************


"What's wrong with you?" Folken asked Celena. "You look as if you're ready to choke someone."
"That's because I am," Celena said calmly, while her blue eyes blazed. Folken chuckled, shaking
his head. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to be that unfortunate soul."


"Why is it that you've called me?" Celena asked. Folken stood. He was much, much taller than
Celena, though the girl didn't find this at all intimidating. she had fought with (and beaten)
much taller people.


"I wanted to ask you to accompany me to the Astorian capital," Folken said. "I'd ask Dilandau,
but his reputation is notorious and it wouldn't be good for diplomatic purposes." Celena smiled.
"I can agree," she said with a laugh, "Dilandau and diplomacy just don't mix." A memory came
to Celena's mind and her smile faded.


"That brings me to a question of my own," she said stepping up to Folken, "which is what
the hell were you thinking?" Folken continued to look down at Celena, his statement
unchanging. "I'm guessing you mean about yesterday?" he asked simply. "Damn right,"
Celena replied.


Folken looked away and said, "I don't own you any explanations," he said flatly. Celena
put her hands on her hips indignantly. "The hell you d-" A look from Folken that said she
had better shut up about the subject, ended Celena's statement. Celena sighed and said,
"Fine, whatever. When are you leaving?"


"Two hours. Also, I'd like for you to wear something more...suitable." Celena looked down
at her armor. Where Dilandau's was red with orange flames at the bottom, her's was purple
with blue flames. It also lacked the dragons that her brother's armor had. In any event,
Celena looked back up at Folken questioningly. "What's wrong with my armor?" she asked.


"Nothing really," Folken said, "but the image we're trying to represent is diplomatic. I don't
think armor would give the sort of peaceful image that I'm going for at the moment." "You
mean deceitful, right?" Celena asked raising an eyebrow.


Folken shrugged. "Call it what you wish, but please be changed by the time I'm ready to leave."
Celena turned and exited Folken's chamber. As she was walking, she passed Chesta who was
sporting what she assumed was a hand print. Celena continued on her way, glad that Folken
had not considered her brother. "Diplomatic Dilandau," she said aloud, "that's something I'd
pay to see."




Chapter 3: A familiar face


Until Celena arrived in Astoria, she had no idea that there were people who were as blindly
naive, not to mention as boring, as the ones in Astoria. Everything was dainty and polite, not
to mention fake. "Politics," Celena muttered under her breath. She was about to tug self
consciously at her dress, but a glance from Folken stopped her. As they were walking with
the king, a soldier approached saying that an Allen Shezar had returned, and that he had
brought Van of Fanelia with him. The king and the members of his court began to depart
but Folken stopped and Celena halted as well. "You do not have to follow," Folken said.
"I know this has been rather boring for you. You can take a look around if you wish."


Celena blinked at him. "But you said-" "Never mind what I said," Folken interrupted, "you
can go out and take a look around. I'll deal with the aristocrats." Folken walked off, leaving
Celena by herself.


***************


As Celena walked through the streets of Astoria, it was almost as if she had walked there
before. "Ridiculous," Celena said aloud to herself. She'd never been there before. Celena
heard laughter. She turned. There were two children playing in the streets, a boy and a girl.
"I'm gonna catch ya!" said the boy as he chased the little girl, who squealed and ran. They
bothed were laughing as they turned the corner. Celena watched for a moment, and then a
stab of pain gripped her mind. Celena cried out as images blurrily flashed before her.


she saw a boy playing with her, and then she saw the men. They took her away.


Celena started to fall forward, but a man caught her. "Hey," he said, "You okay miss?"
Celena thoughts faltered slightly, but she began to recover. "Yes, I'm fine." Celena said,
"Thank you." the man headed off and Celena decided that it was time to head back for
the castle. As she was walking, Celena saw a metallic beam come down from the sky
and strike at the castle. "What the hell?" She exclaimed and then it hit her: Dilandau.
Celena ran back to the castle as fast as she could.


When she arrived, Celena saw Folken stepping into a carriage. "What happened?"
Celena asked running up to him. "We're leaving," Folken said. Celena got in behind him.


****************


"What were you thinking?!" Celena shouted, "Don't you realize you could have been
killed?" "Pipe down," Dilandau said, regarding Celena's reflection through his empty glass,
"I'm okay and that's all that matters."



Dilandau poured himself a glass of wine. "So tell me," he said sitting casually in his chair.
"How was it in Astoria? Boring, now doubt?" Celena thought about what happened when
she had been walking. Who was that boy she saw? "Hello," Dilandau said cutting into her
thoughts. "Huh?" Celena said looking up. "My, my," Dilandau said as he took a gulp of wine,
"Since when do you zone out?" Celena didn't answer.



There was a knock at the door. "Dilandau - sama," said a soldier. "What is it?" Dilandau
asked from where he sat. "A word, sir" Dilandau got up and moved briskly over to the
door. As the two spoke Celena looked absently into the glass of wine that Dilandau poured.
It looked so much like blood all of a sudden. The glass seemed to be bubbling and the blood
rising. Celena watched as the blood overflowed, spilling silently down the sides of the glass.
"Celena!" Dilandau shouted.



Celena quickly looked up. Dilandau regarded her oddly. "Are you alright?" Celena glanced
at the glass, seeing that the wine had returned to normal. "Y..Yes I'm okay." Dilandau put a
hand on her shoulder. "Are you telling me everything, about what happened? You weren't
hurt when I-" "No, no," Celena insisted, "I'm fine...now." Dilandau nodded removing his arm.
"Well, I'm going," Dilandau said moving towards the door," He gave a glance backwards.
"You get some rest, Celena." With that, Dilandau parted.


*****************


Celena had went to her room and laid down. She could not rest. She kept having strange
dreams and seeing blood, whose she didn't know. Celena awoke. Sitting up, she decided
to give up on resting, since it seemed she could not. Her armor lay before her, and her
sword on top of it. What if the blood had been Dilandau's? She'd had premonitions before,
and they tended to be correct. Celena jumped up and readily changed into her armor.


For all the trouble her brother caused her, Celena could hardly think of a time when she
had caused him as much grief. When she was dressed, Celena dashed out the door. She
headed straight for her own guymelef, Athena. It was purple like her armor and a very
formidable machine. "Alright Athena," Celena said jumping in, "let's get going."