Disclaimer: I don't own them, and personally, today I don't think I want to. The American rights go to Fox Kids, and Japanese rights belong to someone else. Okey? Not me. Oh, and also, I don't own the CD "Disturbing Faerie Tales", it's all Queo's. She wrote it, she sang it, she invented it. The song you see here is called Lost, and the one you see next time is called Silent Prayers. It's hers. So back off you can't have it. Yep, I'm her lawyer, too.
A/N--I don't know where this came from. I can promise you, I did not write this. I swear I didn't. It wrote itself, while I looked on horrified. Actually, it was tough writing what that weird little voice was saying, because this was done in HTML script and we all know how confusing it is to write in HTML. Kay? Believe me? You don't? Well, read it and you might...
What was it? Was it a dream? Or was it real? No, it was real. They're really gone. They're not comming back. And it's my fault.
She sat at her dresser and looked at the face staring back at her. Long, black hair, which covered her face and hid her emotions. Black eye liner, to hide the truth of lack of sleap, and black lipstick to hide the teeth marks on her pale pink lips. The make up never changed. Chalky white skin. Huge, frigid, icy green eyes were the only color at all on her face. Her clothes were black. Always black. Never any change. She twisted a lock of long black hair thoughtfully. It was time. There was no way to deny it...
"Sweetie?" A voice from the floor above called the girl from her thoughts. A sweet voice which held only love and worry. "Honey, please come upstairs for dinner. Please, you haven't eaten anything in days. You haven't even left your room. I'm worried about you...."
"Don't be." The girl murmered to herself. "I am of no concern. I'm not even suposed to be here."
"Oh, please answer me." The voice cracked slightly, as if the speaker was trying so hard to hold back tears. "Please, oh, please don't be like this. You're all I've got left....please come eat something. Please, come up stairs. I love you, I want you to be healthy. Please eat something..."
The voice broke down in tears. The girl hated to hear the sobs, but could not, or more correctly, did not, do any thing to stop them. Instead, she draped a cloth (black) over the miror and picked up a small, black leather back pack, and pulled on her big-ass boots. Black, of course, reaching up almost all the way to her knees. She took one final look around the room, fixed her shirt (black vest-type shirt, leather again) and fixed her mini-skirt (black pleather, reaching only a little past her thighs) and bent over to tie the boots. She fixed the black fish net socks, and stood up.
Sighing, she walked over to the window at the corner of the basement room. Quietly, she pused it open. Before climbing out, however, she took a single, foot long, pure white feather out of her back pack. Gentally, she cradled it in her thin, pale hands. A single tear slipped down her cheek. But, as soon as it appeared, the tear was gone, and her eyes hardened.
"I don't believe in love," Hitomi growled silently, and crumpled the feather in her hand, and dropped it into the trash can. Silently, she slipped out the open window and into the moonless night, but not before throwing her pendant necklace as far as she could to the East, the opposite of the way she was going.....
"Merle, stop cheeting!" Van laughed, and tackled her to the ground. Pinning her against the warm grass, he sneered, "Hitomi says you're not allowed to touch the ball."
"But Hitomi isn't here, is she?" Merle snered back at him, and did a quick cat-like spin, and darted out of Van's clutches. She scampered over to the forgotten soccer ball, and grabbed it in her arms. "But I am here, so we're gonna play by my rules."
She rammed her head into Van's side to get past him, and smashed the ball through the crudly-made goal. Doing a hyper victory dance, Merle pranced around the dark feild.
From a shadowed corner, a voice called out, "Van's right, you can't do that unless you're playing rugby. If you pick up the ball durring soccer, it's concidered cheeting."
Van and Merle looked at each other. Then they looked at the speaker, then back at each other. Nodding, they tackled the speaker to the ground. Van grinned, "Last time I checked, Celena, no one asked you."
"Gerroff, you nuts!" The girl lauged, and tried to push away from them. "Get off or I'll set Allan on you!"
Van turned blue, and disappeared to pout in a corner. "Don't say that name!"
"Uh...I guess he's not all that fond of your brother..." giggled Merle.
"Guess not." Laughed Celena. "I don't know many people who do, he's so stuck up and such a typical big annoying brother...but he's much better since he got his hair cut!"
"Sorry, Van!" She called to him. "I won't say his name any more."
Van came back over. Frowning at her, he grumbled, "Good. Well, in that case, then...ouch!"
He rubbed his head and glared up at the sky. A small, red thing had fallen out of the sky and bashed him on the head. Looking down at the ground, he picked up the culpret. A necklace with an amulet on the end. Hitomi's necklace.
"Hey, guys!" Van called to the others.
"We're girls, not guys silly." Merle grumbled, but walked over anyways, Celena following her.
"Look what just dropped in on us?" He held up the necklace to show the two seventeen-year-old girls. They both stared in awe, and Merle put out a hand to touch it. A pillar of pink light suddenly engulfed the three, and pulled them into the night sky....
I don't know where I am any more, and I don't even know.... Hitomi thought to herself, and wandered aimlessly through the deserted streets of some large inner city. She had been walkeing for over four hours, and her feet were begining to hurt her. The boots were made of a good, soft leather, and she could move eaisly in them, she could even do one of her deadly tae kwon do kicks in them (she had decided she was too much of a sissy durring her stay at Gaea, and decided it was time to learn to defend herself. She currently had a second degree black belt) but the fish net socks themselvs were what were killing her. She smiled down at her feet. The pain made her feel she was alive, and made her keep going. She needed the pain to continue to where she was going. Without the pain to remind her, she would have given in and went home.
She stumbled along for another hour or so, when she found herself in a large field. She couldn't figgure out how she had gotten there, as there were no large, green pastures anywhere around where she lived. She turned around three times before she decided herself lost. Opening her back pack, she took out a small metal object. This would have been better if I was in a back ally like dad and my brother were, but I suppose this is as good a place as any...
She then took out of her bag a small, empty jar, a piece of paper, and one more long white feather. Silently, she pressed the metal object (which happened to be a small dagger bearing the Fanelian crest) against her left wrist. She watched, with a somewhat sick facination, as the sticky red liquid trickled from her wrist to the jar. She felt a little nausious, but ignored it and instead dipped the feather (not the feather part, that bone-like part) into the blood. With a scratching sound, she began writing...
Dear Mother, she wrote, I'm sorry for what I have to do. I know how hard this will be for you, but I shall plague your life no more with my trivial existance. I feel what happened was my fault, and my mistakes must be repented. I do this to right the wrongs which have been done. I beg you to forgive me, but I have to do this...
She looked sullenly at the dagger pressed against her wrist. She drew it away, and stared at it, contemplating it's purpose. She put it down on the tall grass slowly, and out of her bag she pulled a disc-man. Her movements were belated, as if a movie watched in slow motion. Slowly, she pulled the head phones over her ears. Into the disc man, she put in a black disc entitled "Disturbing Faerie Tails." An annoyed, angry, and upset female voice sang softly into her ear, tormenting her soul, and blackening her heart.
she's wandrin'
Through the memories,
Crusin her soul,
Freezin her heart,
Thoughts are gone,
There's nothing left,
There's no tomorow,
For her...
It's just
Lost
And gone forever
It's just the way of things
The girl's got nothin left,
Just livin cuz she must
She slips through days,
through weeks
and years
(and years....)
Watin for it all to end...
Well? Did ya like it? Should I add more? Feed back, pleaaaaaase?? I'm gonna need at least ten reviews to get up the next part, cuz the HTML format is just waaaay too tough for me. Now, on the other hand, for Queo, she'd be jumping for joy at the prospect of using HTML formating....Oh, and also, I reeeeealy did not enjoy writing this, I don't really know where it came from...I really freaked myself out with this one, and I'm still having nightmares...