1 The Story of Their Love
Hey kids I'm back. Guess what?! I love ESCAFLOWNE and wanted to write about…what else?! LOVE! ALL the love in the world is focused in this one story and it will take place over the period of… years. (You fill it in when you'e done reading.)
Remember: "Anata wo dareyori seiippai ashita"
Caritas LCswimmer4life@juno.com
Hitomi unlocked her door and found Yukari making out with Amano. She sighed in disgust and threw her purse on the ground. "Thanks for inviting me, you guys." She said sarcastically. She then went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Yukari jumped up and Amano sat up as well. Yukari blushed then hissed, "You better go Amano…she's in one of her moods." Amano proceeded to put on his shoes and was pulling on his jacket when Hitomi burst out of the bathroom and called, "Don't bother. I'm on my way to an orgy…you guys can come if you want, but I think you'd rather have each other." She smiled cynically and walked out of their apartment. Yukari stared after her, astounded. Amano, shocked, coughed quietly and avoided Yukari's eyes, "Well, since she did suggest it…"
Van brushed his hair out of his eyes and straightened his navy black tie. His black pants fit his body quite well and he looked HOT. If he was going to find Hitomi, he'd have to look the part. He stepped out of the apartment and walked down the stairs to the busy streets of Tokyo. He headed to Hitomi's university.
Hitomi shouldered her black backpack and continued down the dimly lit halls to her class. She took classes late at night; all of her classes were after nine. She did this because she was an insomniac and slept until three on weekdays and six on weekends. She couldn't stand the day anymore. It reminded her too much of Van. Everything was white when she thought of him, like bright sunlight. Dark…that was how she smothered her pain. Her honey colored hair hung at her shoulders and her eyes were still the green they had always been. She walked in, removed her black pea coat, and sat down in the back. A man was sitting directly in front of her with blond hair and broad shoulders. She hadn't noticed him before. She gently tapped him on his neck with her pencil and waited for him to turn around. When he did, he smiled and said, "Hi." Hitomi smirked and retorted, "Hi? Your mom." The man looked confused and opened his mouth but Hitomi burst out laughing and said, "It's ok! I'm not a psycho! My name is Hitomi and I was wondering who you were as I've never seen you before." The man stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Murdock. I'm just here for the semester…I need the extra credits and then I graduate." Hitomi nodded, uninterested. "What did you major in?" she asked. He tilted his head and said quietly, "Oh…I'm a…uh…I majored in graphic...uh I'm a writer." Hitomi smiled with the annoying smile of someone who doesn't care but will just because they are mean. "Oh. Well, this is an arts school." The man nodded, still trying to figure out her smirking face and what it meant when the door closed with a bang. They jumped and faced front. Hitomi didn't see Van slink to the other end of the room or sit down. She opened her notebook to her story essay. The professor said in his annoyingly cocaine filled voice, "Students. Take out your essays and hand them to the front. I hope they were all fiction, mythological, and some other world you created, entwined in one." Hitomi sighed and passed her paper to Murdock. Time for a session of boring 'creative writing and drawing'.
Van observed Hitomi. She had grown so beautiful in the last six years. Her hair was longer, more sophisticated. She had grown taller and had filled out in all the right places. Van placed a notebook discreetly over his lap. Something was different, though. She looked angrier, more in focus than ever. She must not be a depressed, sad little girl any more. She's a hard, cynical adult. He smiled as he watched her scratch her nose. If she's like this…does she remember our love? Am I the only one who has yearned to hold her and wanted to see her every day for as long as I live? She slowly closed her eyes and shifted so her hair shielded her face. She slept.
Hey kids I'm back. Guess what?! I love ESCAFLOWNE and wanted to write about…what else?! LOVE! ALL the love in the world is focused in this one story and it will take place over the period of… years. (You fill it in when you'e done reading.)
Remember: "Anata wo dareyori seiippai ashita"
Caritas LCswimmer4life@juno.com
Hitomi unlocked her door and found Yukari making out with Amano. She sighed in disgust and threw her purse on the ground. "Thanks for inviting me, you guys." She said sarcastically. She then went into the bathroom and slammed the door. Yukari jumped up and Amano sat up as well. Yukari blushed then hissed, "You better go Amano…she's in one of her moods." Amano proceeded to put on his shoes and was pulling on his jacket when Hitomi burst out of the bathroom and called, "Don't bother. I'm on my way to an orgy…you guys can come if you want, but I think you'd rather have each other." She smiled cynically and walked out of their apartment. Yukari stared after her, astounded. Amano, shocked, coughed quietly and avoided Yukari's eyes, "Well, since she did suggest it…"
Van brushed his hair out of his eyes and straightened his navy black tie. His black pants fit his body quite well and he looked HOT. If he was going to find Hitomi, he'd have to look the part. He stepped out of the apartment and walked down the stairs to the busy streets of Tokyo. He headed to Hitomi's university.
Hitomi shouldered her black backpack and continued down the dimly lit halls to her class. She took classes late at night; all of her classes were after nine. She did this because she was an insomniac and slept until three on weekdays and six on weekends. She couldn't stand the day anymore. It reminded her too much of Van. Everything was white when she thought of him, like bright sunlight. Dark…that was how she smothered her pain. Her honey colored hair hung at her shoulders and her eyes were still the green they had always been. She walked in, removed her black pea coat, and sat down in the back. A man was sitting directly in front of her with blond hair and broad shoulders. She hadn't noticed him before. She gently tapped him on his neck with her pencil and waited for him to turn around. When he did, he smiled and said, "Hi." Hitomi smirked and retorted, "Hi? Your mom." The man looked confused and opened his mouth but Hitomi burst out laughing and said, "It's ok! I'm not a psycho! My name is Hitomi and I was wondering who you were as I've never seen you before." The man stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Murdock. I'm just here for the semester…I need the extra credits and then I graduate." Hitomi nodded, uninterested. "What did you major in?" she asked. He tilted his head and said quietly, "Oh…I'm a…uh…I majored in graphic...uh I'm a writer." Hitomi smiled with the annoying smile of someone who doesn't care but will just because they are mean. "Oh. Well, this is an arts school." The man nodded, still trying to figure out her smirking face and what it meant when the door closed with a bang. They jumped and faced front. Hitomi didn't see Van slink to the other end of the room or sit down. She opened her notebook to her story essay. The professor said in his annoyingly cocaine filled voice, "Students. Take out your essays and hand them to the front. I hope they were all fiction, mythological, and some other world you created, entwined in one." Hitomi sighed and passed her paper to Murdock. Time for a session of boring 'creative writing and drawing'.
Van observed Hitomi. She had grown so beautiful in the last six years. Her hair was longer, more sophisticated. She had grown taller and had filled out in all the right places. Van placed a notebook discreetly over his lap. Something was different, though. She looked angrier, more in focus than ever. She must not be a depressed, sad little girl any more. She's a hard, cynical adult. He smiled as he watched her scratch her nose. If she's like this…does she remember our love? Am I the only one who has yearned to hold her and wanted to see her every day for as long as I live? She slowly closed her eyes and shifted so her hair shielded her face. She slept.