Author note :I have been a Escaflowne fan since forever but never tried to write about it before.

Thank to my sister and her friend i finaly did !

And a very special thank you to Banryuu who has accepted to be my beta reader for this. She is the best !

There will be more, hope you will like it.

Nap and self control.

Van was tired. Tired and stressed. Why? Oh why couldn't he resist anything Hitomi asked of him? She had suggest that after all the hard work they had done in Fanelia to reconstruct that they take an afternoon of rest. Just the two of them and he'd said yes deciding to show her a quiet little clearing in the forest where used to go when he was a child. The look in her peridotite green eyes was totally worth it at the time. Now... now his decision had turn into pure torture.

This girl with a pretty face was a devil sent from the Mystic Moon to punish him, he was sure of it. They had walked for about an hour or so into the dense forest. Since the day was rather hot and the ground uneven, Hitomi who was not used to this kind of terrain had tired faster than him. Reaching their destination she had laid languishly on the grass and invited him to come closer to her. Once he did she had promptly fallen asleep.

This led to his current dilemma. Hitomi was fast asleep against his side, her head on his chest and his arm loosely around her soft shoulders. Now his problem was that his body was, to his utter shame, reacting like a man in bed with his wife! Allen would never stop laughing if he ever learn about this. On the other hand Vargas his old mentor would have his hide had such a thing happened during his service.

It wasn't exactly his fault, he tried to reason, he is a young man in love and full of vigor. The fact that Hitomi herself is quite the beauty, and was also in love with him just add fuel to his predicament. He couldn't think clearly in such a situation, if only her chest wasn't pressed against his ribcage! He could sense almost every curve of her body. The warmth of her soft breath against his collarbone. The warmth of her body against his. The way her knee would bump against his leg and brush up his thigh when she moved in her sleep. He can't move without risking waking her up and if she were to wake and see his state of visible male happiness he was in for another slap if not a punch this time.

That's exactly why he firmly believe in a curse on his race.

"Mmh … Van?"

Damn it!

Mermaids Here and There.

When Hitomi learned about the mermaid on Dryden's ship her reaction surprise her friends. Allen men's had thought she would act like a little girl receiving a gift. Allen himself thought she would see the sea creature as a wonder. Merle was ready to make a comment the second she learned about the being living in a tank, tough the fact that she had never seen one before was left unsaid.

Instead Hitomi start to cry the second her eyes landed on Sylphie. She sat on the ground with her forehead against the glass of the tank and stayed there for hours. The mermaid herself kept eyes on the younger female and stayed near her pressed against the glass with a forlorn expression on her face. When asked what was the matter Hitomi respond after a long pause.

"She is so far away from her home, just like me. On Earth mermaids are legends. myths. Here it's me who is a legend for where I came from." She then fall back in a kind of mournful silence.

After a while it was Dryden who managed to get the pair to reconnect with the whole crew.

"And soon she will be back to her home deep in the ocean. I'm pretty sure some young noble hearted man promised you to get you home too. Until then you can always get close to your hero right ?"

He was rewarded by two blushing faces one from the usually brooding king and the other from the strange girl. His greatest gift was a lovely smile from the mermaid he had saved. Icing on the cake, or gold in the purse as his 'dear' father would say, was the glare the Caeli knight was sending him. What a wonderful day!

Samurai feel like home a long time ago.

Hitomi was rather fond of the Fanelian kingdom, and the king of said kingdom… Even when he was being a pigheaded jerk. Not that she wasn't impressed by Freid and Asturia, or that Zaibach was not an impressive and a sad sight. Somehow Fanelia remind her of her country, though in a twisted historical way. The architecture of the city before it was burned down, the sense of honor the warriors possess and their lifestyle keep reminding her of her history course. She was living the real thing, even though she would have prefer not to be a part of the fights and incoming war.

Asturia is a fairytale for her, with backstabbing old pervert of council men and king, but it doesn't give her a feeling of familiarity like Fanelia does. It still makes her think of Venice, the city of love as her parents called it. And though she didn't stay long in Freid she still felt a little freaked out by the vibes she got while there. The fact she practically died sure didn't help matters. She was not as homesick as she thought she would be though, maybe it was because too much was happening to her in a short time and she still assumed it could be some kind of dream.

Or maybe it was the presence of the young king who reminded her in his own way of her homeland, a long, long time ago when dragons were more than legend for her people?

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