A/N: Summary: Hitomi lives with her mother, used to the scrapes and bruises
she wakes up in the morning with, until a new guy is transferred to her
school. When Allen Schzar came to town, child hood loves are remembered,
painful memories brought back to life, and new emotions kindled.
Disclaimer: I am too poor to own anything and that includes Van, Merle and the gang. I wish I was rich!! :'(
Ruined Lives
Chapter One
Hitomi flinched when she heard the sound of the slap ring out, the sound waves echoing off of the walls throughout the house. She looked back worriedly, afraid the sound would wake her brother. She didn't want him to see this.
As Hitomi looked over her shoulder, her mother saw her advantage. She stepped in and shoved her daughter back, making Hitomi crash back into a desk. A lamp fell off and cracked, papers scattered, but Hitomi ignored the fallen items. The crash rang in her ears making her heart's pace speed up from fear of her brother waking up. She turned her face to her mother, hatred burning in her eyes.
She clenched her hands into fists and grinded her teeth together. Her mother was getting dangerously close to making Hitomi snapped. Her mother seemed to cower away from the shadows. Hitomi got as close to her mother as she dared before-
-her mother slammed a part of the broken lamp on Hitomi's head, making Hitomi lose her sight.
* * *
When Hitomi came back to the world, she had a pounding headache. She heard an annoying beeping sound and searched her room for the source. She looked at her desk and saw the green neon numbers blinking in the rhythm of the buzzing. She reached under her bed and pulled out a doc martin. Gripping it by the toes, she brought her arm back to her head and let it loose, flicking her wrist to get the most force. The shoe hit her clock perfectly, banging it off the desk and onto the floor, still buzzing the deformed sound that made her head pound.
She reached down to grab her sheets up over her head again when she realized they were no longer there. She cocked her head forth looking for the lost sheets. Instead she saw a pair of laughing green eyes and short, spiked brown hair. She reached behind her back and grabbed a pillow. "You jerk!" She yelled as she let the pillow go flying through the air to squarely slam into his face.
Her twin grinned his lopsided grin and got off her bed retrieving her fallen pillow. "We gotta get goin' or else we're gonna be late again." With that he walked out.
Hitomi jumped out of bed at his words. She ran to her fallen clock and picked it up to see the time. 06:54. Shit, Momaru! She ripped off her black tank top and grabbed a baggy black shirt off the floor. She then grabbed the smoothest pair of her pants that were on the floor throwing them on over her boy shorts. She grabbed her black north face and headed across the hall to the bathroom.
She grabbed her brush and, while shoving it into her back pocket, wet her toothbrush and wiped it across her teeth, back and forth, again and again. After about 30 seconds of brushing back and forth, she rinsed her mouth and spit out the mint flavored tap water.
She ran down the stairs combing her hair straight, coming out the friziness and knots, making it straight. She ran out onto the side walk, her doc martins making her slip and slide on the gravel covered, packed snow/ ice. She splashed slush all over the bottom of her pants making her legs cool down and her shoes shrink.
* * *
As she clomped down the hall, searching for her locker, trying to not be late, she suddenly got shoved into a locker, pinned underneath strong, lean, tan arms. She looked forward to see a crimson muscle tank and tan loose pants.
Without looking up at his face, Hitomi shoved Van Fanel away with her arms. "Go 'way, Fanel, I'm busy." She tried shoving him away again to get to her locker before the late bell rang.
"Why, I like this position mighty fine." He leaned over so his breath warmed her pale chilled neck, making fire seem to pump through her veins with anticipation. "Maybe a lil' game of hooky is just what the doc called for." He started running his lips up and down her neck, licking and nibbling at times. Hitomi felt something inside her calling for her to use this for fun.
No! Hitomi yelled at herself in her mind. Van is to only be used for real emergencies! Nothing else!
She shoved with all her might, succeeding to get him off of her and remove his hands from her boobs. She started running down the hall, finally noticing the fact that she had forgotten a bra. Just as she reached her locker, the late bell rang. Fuck it! Hitomi thought to herself. This day can't get any worse!
A/N Hitomi has a bit of an attitude in this. Hope my readers don't hate me, this is my first official fanfic I've ever wrote. Please don't try killing me, even if you do think it's real bad. Please, forgive me and read and review! Thanks! I'll be adding the next chappie soon.
Disclaimer: I am too poor to own anything and that includes Van, Merle and the gang. I wish I was rich!! :'(
Ruined Lives
Chapter One
Hitomi flinched when she heard the sound of the slap ring out, the sound waves echoing off of the walls throughout the house. She looked back worriedly, afraid the sound would wake her brother. She didn't want him to see this.
As Hitomi looked over her shoulder, her mother saw her advantage. She stepped in and shoved her daughter back, making Hitomi crash back into a desk. A lamp fell off and cracked, papers scattered, but Hitomi ignored the fallen items. The crash rang in her ears making her heart's pace speed up from fear of her brother waking up. She turned her face to her mother, hatred burning in her eyes.
She clenched her hands into fists and grinded her teeth together. Her mother was getting dangerously close to making Hitomi snapped. Her mother seemed to cower away from the shadows. Hitomi got as close to her mother as she dared before-
-her mother slammed a part of the broken lamp on Hitomi's head, making Hitomi lose her sight.
* * *
When Hitomi came back to the world, she had a pounding headache. She heard an annoying beeping sound and searched her room for the source. She looked at her desk and saw the green neon numbers blinking in the rhythm of the buzzing. She reached under her bed and pulled out a doc martin. Gripping it by the toes, she brought her arm back to her head and let it loose, flicking her wrist to get the most force. The shoe hit her clock perfectly, banging it off the desk and onto the floor, still buzzing the deformed sound that made her head pound.
She reached down to grab her sheets up over her head again when she realized they were no longer there. She cocked her head forth looking for the lost sheets. Instead she saw a pair of laughing green eyes and short, spiked brown hair. She reached behind her back and grabbed a pillow. "You jerk!" She yelled as she let the pillow go flying through the air to squarely slam into his face.
Her twin grinned his lopsided grin and got off her bed retrieving her fallen pillow. "We gotta get goin' or else we're gonna be late again." With that he walked out.
Hitomi jumped out of bed at his words. She ran to her fallen clock and picked it up to see the time. 06:54. Shit, Momaru! She ripped off her black tank top and grabbed a baggy black shirt off the floor. She then grabbed the smoothest pair of her pants that were on the floor throwing them on over her boy shorts. She grabbed her black north face and headed across the hall to the bathroom.
She grabbed her brush and, while shoving it into her back pocket, wet her toothbrush and wiped it across her teeth, back and forth, again and again. After about 30 seconds of brushing back and forth, she rinsed her mouth and spit out the mint flavored tap water.
She ran down the stairs combing her hair straight, coming out the friziness and knots, making it straight. She ran out onto the side walk, her doc martins making her slip and slide on the gravel covered, packed snow/ ice. She splashed slush all over the bottom of her pants making her legs cool down and her shoes shrink.
* * *
As she clomped down the hall, searching for her locker, trying to not be late, she suddenly got shoved into a locker, pinned underneath strong, lean, tan arms. She looked forward to see a crimson muscle tank and tan loose pants.
Without looking up at his face, Hitomi shoved Van Fanel away with her arms. "Go 'way, Fanel, I'm busy." She tried shoving him away again to get to her locker before the late bell rang.
"Why, I like this position mighty fine." He leaned over so his breath warmed her pale chilled neck, making fire seem to pump through her veins with anticipation. "Maybe a lil' game of hooky is just what the doc called for." He started running his lips up and down her neck, licking and nibbling at times. Hitomi felt something inside her calling for her to use this for fun.
No! Hitomi yelled at herself in her mind. Van is to only be used for real emergencies! Nothing else!
She shoved with all her might, succeeding to get him off of her and remove his hands from her boobs. She started running down the hall, finally noticing the fact that she had forgotten a bra. Just as she reached her locker, the late bell rang. Fuck it! Hitomi thought to herself. This day can't get any worse!
A/N Hitomi has a bit of an attitude in this. Hope my readers don't hate me, this is my first official fanfic I've ever wrote. Please don't try killing me, even if you do think it's real bad. Please, forgive me and read and review! Thanks! I'll be adding the next chappie soon.