AN: . . . I just couldn't resist this idea, you know what I mean!? There are some ideas where you're like 'yeah! That's cool! I'll write it later . . .' and others that are 'holy crap, that's just AWESOME! I MUST WRITE NO MATTER THE COST!' Yeah, you know what I mean . . . This is one of the latter. Hope you enjoy . . .

Something I Missed

"Today, brothers Van and Folken Fanel received their sentences for the shooting of Jajuka Albatou. The drive-by shooting occurred one month ago, seemingly gang related.

Folken, age twenty nine, eldest son of the Fanels, has received life in prison for pulling the trigger. Their younger son, Van, age twenty four, has been sentenced to ten years for being the driver.

The Fanels have stated that they are horrified by their sons' acts, and believe they have received fitful punishments. But Van's wife, Hitomi Fanel, may be the most traumatized and horrified one of them all . . ."

Prologue

It was only the beginning of December, yet it snowed like it was the middle of January. The temperature was about ten degrees below freezing, cold for such a time, allowing each unique snow flake to stick wherever it pleased. Yet, she didn't think it was any warmer inside. Actually, she felt it was much, much colder.

But the coldest thing was his eyes. Or maybe they were the hottest, for how could such dark, rust-like eyes be cold? No, they were burning. Their fire was so furious that even her sea-green emerald orbs couldn't fight them.

"You brought this upon yourself," she said quietly, allowing a spiteful smile to adorn her lips. "And I was an idiot for not seeing it."

"Is that what you came here for, my dearest Hitomi? To rub in how much of a dumbass I am? Because I already knew that," he replied icily, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"If you knew it why didn't you do something about it, Van?" she hissed. "Why didn't you do something instead of ruining our lives?!"

Van scowled as he looked away, pieces of his raven black hair falling out of place. But Hitomi could still see that there was something different in his eyes now. It almost seemed like pain. But it couldn't be – Van Fanel didn't feel pain. To Hitomi, he didn't seem to care or have feelings about anything. Not even her, his own wife.

"Listen, dumbass," Hitomi cried angrily. "I've put up with your arrogance for the past two years, but now you've gone too far. I will divorce you, Van, and you will sign the divorce papers willingly. And there will be no disputes over this in court!" By the end, she was choking. The guards by the heavy metal door began to fidget nervously. Yet Van remained motionless, his expression full of apathy.

He wanted to say something stupid, like 'Wow, you're actually being assertive! Good for you!' but thought better of it. His situation was already bad enough. So instead he just glared, pondering. What benefits were there to resisting? None. Besides . . .

"Fine. I don't need you anyway," Van said quietly, refusing to look Hitomi directly in the face. If he had, he would've seen her fighting off tears.

"This the most despicable thing you've ever done," Hitomi whispered, throwing her wedding ring and a pendant at him. He trapped them and stared as they hit his chest. The pink, tear-shaped pendant had been a gift from so long ago. Now it was just a bringer of bad memories.

"Did you ever love me, Van?" Hitomi managed to sob. "Did you?"

Van would not answer as he continued to stare at the disregarded wedding ring and necklace.

"I hate you . . ." she cried. "I'm through here . . ."

One guard escorted her out of the completely white, fully protected room. The other guard went over to Van, shaking him roughly to get up. He clenched his teeth and made a fist before standing.

"May I keep these?" Van asked quietly, pointing to his fist, which was holding the two pieces of jewelery. The young-looking guard thought about, then nodded.

"Just get a move on now," the prison guard said with another push towards the door.

As he walked through the door, his hands in cuffs, towards his cell, Van wondered: what was the most despicable he'd ever done? Assisting in a murder? Or telling his wife that he didn't need her anymore?

He decided both were equally despicable.

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that

And I

Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things that I said to you

AN: Yes, it was short, wasn't it? Oh well . . . it was necessary! I just hope it was enough to catch your attention. And if it was . . . I would appreciate a review. (And I hope you have a LOT of patience . . . . I'm a horrible updater!)

The lyrics are from Linkin Park's 'My December'. If you haven't heard it . . . or aren't an LP fan . . . you should listen to it anyway :P. (The idea itself was not spawned from the song- the song is just very helpful! (And as you can see, I took the title of this story from it, but the title is out of context . . .))

Oh yeah . . . I combined quite a few members of my family to create Van. (Makes you wonder about my family, doesn't it?)

-Spirit0