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| Dilandau's unforgettable birthday By: Melinea and Robyn The time had come. All the Dragonslayers feared it, and had crawled around the Vione on tiptoe all week. It was*gasp*Lord Dilandau`s 16th birthday! Lord Dilandau sat on his throne, smiling a demonic smile. He was excited to see what his loyal Slayers had come up with for his party. He looked up at the sound of a knock. ``Come in!`` The door flew open and the Slayers rushed in, all wearing silver and gold party hats and carrying behind them a huge cake shaped like...Dilandau couldn`t quite tell yet...Van`s head! ``Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to youuuu...``they sang, all with nervous smiles. What if Dilandau didn`t like the cake???? Viole ran up to him and cautiously put on him a fiery red party hat. Dilandau smiled, and if he hadn`t been so preternaturally evil, he might have cried. The Dragonslayers drew the cake closer on a miniature table. It really was well done. They had captured the very essence of Van, putting huge amounts of lipstick and eyeshadow icing on the cake, and lots of blood at the base of the neck. It was beautiful. ``Make a wish!``said Gatti. Dilandau turned and slapped him. ``I`ll make a wish when I feel like it!`` Gatti scampered to hide behind Dalet, whimpering. Dilandau waited a few seconds, then blew out the candles, screaming as he did, ``I wish for Zaibach to be forever victorious and for Van to die a miserable death! MwahahahahahaHAHAHAHA-choke!`` Dilandau started coughing mid-diabolical laugh. He spit out a tiny little thing, which on closer inspection turned out to be a grape Skittle. He whirled to stare at his Dragonslayers. ``ALL RIGHT! WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS DID THAT?`` Dalet started whistling as he slid a Skittles bag into his pocket. Dilandau rushed over and slapped him. ``AT LEAST THROW THE RED SKITTLES, YOU IDIOT! I HATE GRAPE!`` So saying, he walked back to the cake and promptly started indulging himself, giving portions to the Slayers. Ten minutes later, all of the partygoers were lying on the floor, moaning. ``Ughh, I never want to eat again,``said Guimel. All the Dragonslayers nodded. ``Time for my presents!``Dilandau chirped. The poor loyal Slayers got up and slowly wobbled over to their gifts. ``Open mine first, Lord Dilandau!``squeaked Chesta. Dilandau grabbed the brightly wrapped box, and tore it apart to reveal...a fluffy pink dragon. He looked at it, then smacked Chesta. ``HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM?`` Chesta stepped back, hurt. ``Next present.`` Guimel handed over a small bag. Dilandau opened it, and a bottle of hair gel and some concealer fell onto his lap. He leaned forward and struck his Slayer. ``DO I LOOK LIKE ALLEN TO YOU? Next gift.`` Migel scooted forward at the same time as Viole. They handed their things over together. Dilandau ripped the wrapping off and received...a fuzzy pair of Pikachu gloves and flame-embroidered boxers. He put on the gloves immediately, and smacked the pair with them on. ``Ha! These aren`t so bad...FOR A THREE-YEAR OLD!`` Migel had to be helped down to the infirmary, Pikachu`s ear had poked him in the eye. Gatti gave his gift, and was smacked for giving Dilandau Sailor Moon dolls. Dalet was next, and he was smacked twice for giving the pyromaniac, of all things, a fire extinguisher. Dilandau was in a very bad mood. All these stupid gifts! ``You`re all dismissed! I want to be left alone!`` They leave the room and Folken entered. ``Sorry I`m late, my lord, but I have a gift for you too.`` Folken handed to Dilandau a bottle of wine. ``Now THIS is a gift. Thank you, Strategos. You`re dismissed,``said the newly turned 16 year old. Folken turned and left the room, as Dilandau opened the bottle. ****************************************************************************** An hour later, Folken was awakened by Chesta`s panicked cries. ``Oh, Lord Folken Lord Folken, Dilandau`s gone!! And so are all his gifts, and he doesn`t seem to have any clothes on, because his uniform is scattered all over his throne!`` Folken rolled over and sat up, his Beanie Baby teddy bear sticking to his cheek. ``Gone and got himself drunk again...organize at search party at once,``he sighed. ****************************************************************************** Emperor Dornkirk sat with his eye pressed against his telescope, looking at the fate of Zaibach. Suddenly, an impossible image came into sight. He could swear he saw Lord Dilandau, commander of the Dragonslayers, running in the woods with Sailor Moon Dolls riding on a fluffy pink dragon, wearing Pikachu gloves, playing with hair gel and spraying things with a fire extinguisher while wearing...FLAME-EMBROIDERED BOXERS??? Emperor Dornkirk stepped away from the machine. ``I must be hallucinating.`` THE END!!!! <> Dilandau <> Fanstuff <> Site <> Sign <> Contact <> a.s.c.e.n.d |