A/N: The story is based off of an experience I had a couple years ago, but it's way different; for one, I wasn't the one on the plane and for another she didn't even miss me. ): But I'm here to write fanfic, not to mope about the woman who had me crying for weeks…yeah… Back to being funny… tee-hee…

Warnings: OOC-ness, AU, shoujo-ai and angst.

Pairings: Fang/Light and Yaag/Light.

Setting: Because this is AU, I can say that Cocoon was saved before it had the chance to fall. Don't like it? Well that's too bad, it's my story.

Out of Your Arms, Chapter One: The Plane Away from You

My room is now a barren wasteland with white walls and soft, plush, off-white carpeting. Everything except for the bamboo curtains leading to the balcony, the bed and the bedside table with the lamp which there is no use taking.

I double check the closet with sliding doors for the umpteenth time today. I know damn well that there's nothing left in it.

I can feel Fang's presence; she's been standing there, in the doorway for a good five minutes now, probably waiting for me to turn around, which I refuse to do. This is already hard enough. I will say goodbye to her a the airport, but it's not like I'm never going to see her again.

I love all of my friends here, but I'm leaving my home of Bodhum. I'm getting married.

I've been telling myself I'm in love for months. It'll be much easier that way, it's not like anyone else would settle down with me. It's also for good cause; once I'm married to Yaag it means that PSICOM and Guardian Corps will be united. It's supposed to be symbolic and inspiring.

It's not so much that I'm being forced into this; I did agree. It just so happened that I'm the new director of GC and Yaag is the PSICOM director. It's not like he proposed just because of that.

Yaag has learned to loosen up a bit more, at least the way I do, in private. He's more open about how he feels about everything and even smiles. I'm sure that it wasn't just because of me; he almost died and that does tend to put things into perspective.

I start to fidget because of my thoughts.

Fang finally breaks the silence, but I still don't turn around. She's moved since the doorframe and I can now feel her only inches behind my back. I'm going to miss living with her and Vanille. Hope chose to come with me.

I realize what Fang said after a moment. Is this really what you want?

Is it? I guess. I can be happy with Yaag. Aren't you happy now? Of course I am. Then why are you leaving it behind?

I ignore the confrontational voice in my head. It's not helping me.

"It is," I finally answer, voice giving nothing away.

"Are you sure? Look, I'm not trying to talk you out of it, if it's what you really want to do…but if it's not what you want to do, then please don't do it… You'll regret it… That's not saying you have to stay here; you could go anywhere you want," Fang says, calmly. Part of me wants her to react a lot more; to beg me not to leave, or to knock some sense into me, the way she would have last year, when we saved the world.

"I'll be happy there; don't worry. Besides, I don't think it's me you should worry about. Hope's the one changing schools," I said, finally turning around with a faux smirk on my face. I know she can't see through it. Is that really a good thing?

"The kid's got you; if you're fine, so is he," she explains, laughingly.

It was true; Hope could get through a lot of things just by my being around. I've become somewhat of a surrogate mother since both his parents have passed away. Its always interesting to see someone's reaction to my 'son' and I, since I'm now only twenty-two and he's nearly fifteen.

Fang pushes something into my arms, something bright and colorful that seems more like something Vanille would have.

"Vanille made one for each of us…" she started, looking more at the wall than at me.

Upon closer inspection, I realize it's a scrap book. It's just like Vanille to do something like this. I'm so emotional that I want to cry for two very diverse reasons; I'm so happy that she would do this for all of us and I'm sad I won't be here with her. I'm really going to miss my housemates.

I give it a couple minutes of looking at, a slight smile at the reminiscence of me with my friends.

I look at the pocket watch Fang gave me to celebrate my birthday; an hour and a half until Hope and I need to board the airplane. It should take us around twenty minutes to get there and give or take forty through security, even though I'd adjusted my outfit to have no metal today. We got our tickets in advance nearly a week ago, so no consideration there. If we leave now, we can insure our much needed punctuality.

"We should get going," I tell her, placing the scrapbook carefully into my carry on. "Hope, Vanille!" I call out, loud enough to be heard, but not quite a yell. "You guys ready?" I ask, as they step through the door frame. They nod in near perfect unison.

The ride itself takes a little less time, but I'm glad we left earlier anyway, as the airport is bustling with people. I all but force Hope to hold my hand; I'd prefer he not get lost. Maybe I'm over protective, but this is my first time with the whole parenting thing, and it's not like I got to start at the beginning.

Fang helps me put our four bags into the security rack and the PSICOM soldier, who I showed my badge when we first got to this floor, waits for my weapons case with more patience than I've seen from their division I a long time. They've either been with PSICOM for a very long time or are extremely new to it.

I watch Vanille and Hope share a slightly saddened farewell and I know Fang and I should wait until they're done before we all say goodbye. Hope and Vanille will probably talk everyday after the move, even though we'll be coming back pretty often.

They step apart after a slightly awkward hug and Fang and I step in before all of us start getting emotional. I lean down a little so I can hug Vanille without having my breasts in her face. "Thanks for the scrapbook, Vanille. I'm gonna miss living with you guys," I say, so Fang can hear, too.

Fang has Hope in a playful chokehold and tousles his hair after letting him back up. The slightly taller woman places an arm around me in a more serious way. "Be safe, ya hear?" she says softly. She releases me and I kind of want to cry, but I have to set an example for Hope, not to mention save my dignity. So I smile softly and nod, motioning for Hope to follow me through the metal detector.

I don't look back.

Hope and I are now safely on the plane and he tries teaching me how to play the newest installment of Entity I got him for his birthday a while ago. I'm not so old that I can't appreciate a good game when I see one.

I run around as the demonic female detective, fighting things and looking for clues. When I'm finally good enough at it that I feel confident enough that I shouldn't have to heal every three battles, I tell Hope I'm tired and he makes a save file just for me, affectionately naming it 'Light's File.'

He puts the game away, starting to feel the effects of drowsiness himself.

Fang looks up at me, seeming almost startled to see me. Everything's dark and blood is pouring from her body. I quickly rush by her side, not knowing what to do; I've been trained to make such injuries, not fix them.

I try a rudimentary set of cures, but between my panic-stricken, disaccorded mind and lack of coherency of the situation, none of them have an effect on her crumpled body.

She mutters incoherent nonsense as I keep trying to heal her.

I watch the last bit of her life fade from her body, I can't help screaming her name.

Waking from the horrible images in my head, I find myself with Hope and Yaag on either side of the unfamiliar bed on which my body rests.

"Where am I?" I ask, voice even sounding lost.

"My house," Yaag answers quietly, seeming careful as if his voice alone could break me.

I look over to Hope, who holds my left hand firmly, yet gently in both of his own. He seems to read the question in my eyes before I can even make it audible to him.

"You had a panic attack on the plane and they had us sent to Saint Aaron hospital when we arrived. They checked you and just said you were over-stressed and you'd be fine, so Yaag brought us here, to his house," Hope whispers, rushing a little, also holding the tone that I'm so fragile I could shatter at his sotto voce.

I'm not sure what to say, so I'm pleased hearing Yaag's voice penetrating the silence. "Do you want me to enroll Hope tomorrow alone, so you can rest?"

"No, I can make it," I respond reassuringly. He rewards My endurance with a smile.

Hope stays in the room with me, an agreement between the two caring for me. The night goes, for the most part, without incident. In fact, besides the insomnia and paranoia that follows me while sleeping in a foreign place, it was perfectly fine.

No bad dreams of Fang, only ones to soothe the previous.

A/N: A fresh chapter of a fresh story. I enjoyed writing this, and hope to continue writing the chapters that follow. I also hope you enjoy reading them, if you continue to. Thank you for stumbling across this, or if you've been following my account, thank you for your support ^_^

I hate to be so sentimental suddenly, but I counted up you guys' views on all of my stories, and I was so grateful.

This story may or may not be updated before Spring Break, but definitely will be during.