Disclaimer; And so the fun begin… Be afraid.

No seriously I hope you will enjoy this.

Banryuu helped me edit this, and I'm forever grateful for it.


First vision.

Rain.

Van was tired, the day had been long and the rain season was upon them. A lot of people were able to get rehoused but there was still many who need a roof. His advisors were on the lookout for any kind of alliances they could get and his new generals were in training.

Yes the day was long and tiresome, but now he was finally able to get some sleep. Outside the sky grew dark with clouds and the beginning of rain. The pitter patter of droplets lulled him to sleep with a last thought to his lady heart on the Mystic Moon.

When he opened his eyes he was nowhere near his room. It was daytime, and raining heavily in the streets of a city he couldn't recognize. Everything looked made out of steel, glass and concrete. The Mystic Moon? But how? Looking at his hands he saw through them. He was in a vision then, but something was off. Where was Hitomi? Why was he feeling so ...weird? Like his heart was trying to burst from his chest…

There was so much noise, Hitomi once told him that Tokyo, the city she lived in, never slept and was always filled with noises. It was distracting and disorienting, but he could still perceive something. Footsteps, someone was running in his direction and the rhythm of it was familiar. There! He know this sound, this sensation, and sure enough he saw through the mass his dear Hitomi running under the rain. She seemed to be in a hurry, and wasn't carrying an umbrella, she was using her vest to protect her a bit, but it wasn't very effective since she was only using one hand the other was keeping her school bag against her chest.

He was ready to catch her, but she passed right through him, stupid vision. Yet the second their bodies collided he started gravitating to her. He wasn't moving at all yet he was constantly a few feet behind her following her frantic race. Soon they seemed to reach a destination: what Hitomi explained to him a few time was a "train station".

He watched as she climbed into a half full wagon and finally took a breath. Since she wasn't going to move much for the time being Van took this time to observe her. She was completely soaked, cheeks red, and breath short from her race. She let her arm that was coiled around her bag relax and let it fall along her body. Her vest was inspected and was added to the bag, drenched as it was she couldn't wear it right now. She steadied herself by catching a pole when the doors closed and the machine start moving.

Even though she was absolutely breathtaking for Van no matter the situation, right now he couldn't let his gaze wander away from her. Her legs lightly shaking making her short green pleated skirt sway gently. With the movements of the train droplets were falling from it sometime following the curve of her legs. Drops of water were slithering from her hair along her long neck losing themselves under the neckline of her blouse.

Her very soaked blouse.

Her very white soaked blouse.

Her very white and very transparent soaked blouse.

Her very white and very transparent soaked blouse that was sticking to her breasts.

Her quick breaths were straining the thin fabric across her chest. Van forgot how to breathe. Forgot how to blink. Forgot his name and how to think. His universe zeroed on his girlfriend's chest, and his very being resumed to watching her. Her pink lips parted to take deeper breaths, and listening to her grumble lightly that she was an idiot for forgetting her umbrella at home this morning. When she KNEW it would rain cats and dogs later that day. Every few minutes she would shudder from the cold and he wanted nothing more than wrap his arms around her and carry her somewhere warm and comfortable.

She was lost in thought and he was lost in her sight, drinking it like she was an oasis in the middle of the desert. He missed her so much and being able to see a bit of her daily life like this was all he needed at the moment even if she couldn't see him. That's when he saw her suddenly stiffen and straighten, her eyes shifting nervously and her face showing some kind of… fear? What was she afraid of ?

Then he felt it. Someone was watching them, or rather was watching Hitomi. The weight of his gaze was enough to be sensed by both of them, and not in a good way.

Now Van was a warrior, a fighter and he could recognize the feeling of an enemy ready to strike out, and cause pain, and that was not this feeling. It was more malicious and kind of greasy. Completely focused on Hitomi in a way that was getting on his nerves. While Hitomi was becoming more nervous by the second he managed to get a look at his surrounding and try to localize the source of this disturbing feeling. The wagon was more crowded than before thanks to the last stop, but there was still space to move. He was at the back of Hitomi who was facing the doors waiting for her stop there, people were all around but not enough to be pressed to one another. There were elders sitting here and there, some girls who, like Hitomi, were wearing uniforms, kids happily chatting, some men with tired eyes, even an old woman ready to fall asleep none of them emitted anything threatening. None even paid any kind of attention to the pretty track girl except him. Then who?

There! Just to Hitomi left, a few feet away stood a middle age man. His face was sweaty, or was it because of the rain? He was obviously trying not to show too much expression. He was halfway from being bald and was sported a pot belly under a woven cardigan that was giving the distinctive scent of wet wool. His eyes, beady and a dull blue-grey were focused on the young girl, and what he saw in them was disgusting. He was slowly advancing toward the doors and therefore the seer. His hands keeps flexing like he was ready to roughly grab something.

Does this lowlife scumbag was planing to grope his girl?! In a public space with no escape. Until who know when and in front of him?! No freaking way. Over his cold dead body in a millions years it was not happening and certainly not now! Who does he think he is damn it?!

Before he knew it, and with a mighty snarl that would have made Rhum proud, Van pounced on the man ready to rip him apart. Not being of this world he passed right through, but was instantly projected into the twisted fantasy of this pervert. How he planned to corner her and cut off the girl's eventual escape. The way he would start by brushing the back of his hand against her skirt pretending it was the movements of the wagon. Then fully gropping her ass. Van knew Hitomi would have done something by now, but this jerk didn't, and just assumed she would stay defenseless like a doe. He was forced to watch this twisted fantasy continue with the only reassurance that it was just in the mind of this pervert.

How he would let his free hand roam along her side to reach her chest, and how his breath would blow against her ear while he closed the distance between them. He was dreaming up what kinds of sounds that would pass her lips. This idiot even got the sound of her voice wrong, which helped remaind Van what was real and what's not. His nerves were fraying when he saw that the pervert planned to let his hand go under her skirt, going for her front while squeezing one of her breasts through her soaked blouse. How dare he imagine letting his hand go inside her underwear expecting her to let him do as he pleased with her body? Making her squirm while he passed his revolting tongue against her ear? He can't, Van just couldn't stand to see any more of this trash. It can't happen to his love, he won't let it happen. No one was allowed to act like this with a woman, and no one was allowed to think about Hitomi like that!

Van may be her paramour, but they had never done anything like that. Sure he had (quite) a few fantasies of his own about her, even so he would never act upon them. He wouldn't force her into anything and expected to first court her properly before trying anything else, and nothing without her complete consent. Balgus didn't raise an animal, but a king after all. What he was witnessing was absolutely disgusting and unacceptable. In Fanelia everyone knew about his relationship with the seer, it was common knowledge. It was also common knowledge that trying to become involved in the king's love life was a sure way to get into serious troubles. This despicable example of human being would have faced the worst punishment possible had they been on Gaea. Seeing him imagine grinding his pelvis against Hitomi in this twisted fantasy was what send him over the edge of rage.

Van broke out of the pervert's fantasy with a roar and his translucent body moved on it's own. First he put himself between Hitomi and this menace, and while he was still huffing like an out of breath horse he concentrated. Closing his eyes tightly he started searching in the deepest part of himself, and he poured everything he had into a single command.

BACK OFF.

His body was a barrier and his will power poured out like a tidal wave. The invisible force hit this terrible man directly in his face, and he stumbled before falling. To the rest of the wagon it appeared like he tripped over nothing. His face reflected a primal fear, he couldn't explain it, he just knew that could mean his death. Hitomi turned to see the simy man fall on his ass, her expression showing a mix of shock and relief.

She had sensed him approach, but didn't know how to act. If anything the girl had to admit that anxiety paralyzed her, putting fear and a bit of paranoia first in her thoughts. This kind of situation had never happened to her the familiar presence of her love appeared like a furious shield. Van can be a bit jealous, and she was not normally a big fan of this side of him. Right now she could have leapt into his arms and kissed him soundly just for the relief it brought her knowing he would protect her no matter the distance. Yet it was just a presence. Like a mirage in the sun or like watching the invisible cloaks of the Zaibach melif's she saw the outline of Van's silhouette towering above the man on the floor. She blinked and the sight vanished. The train stopped and it was time to move, and she was safe now. She could feel Van's warm presence around her as if he had put his arms around her, escorting her carefully home. Once she was in her room with his strong aura still with her.

Seeing the state of transparency of her blouse and immediately blushed from the root of her hair to the back of her neck. Automatically wrapping her arms around herself unconsciously showing more of her chest. Was Van really with her? She was sure she was feeling his presence, but at the same time she could swear she was alone… If he could see her in this state she would never be able to live through the embarrassment. Even if she would never admit to anyone that the possibility of her angel seeing her in her soaked blouse was a bit enticing.

Van was relieved, Hitomi was back in her room, utterly soaked but safe. Her pensive and contempt little smile at sensing him faintly around her was endearing. Add that to the way her blouse clung heavy with water was so alluring he couldn't resist anymore. He wished he could feel the damp creamy skin under his hand. To let his touch seep warmth back into her whole body, and feel every curve against him. Tuck her tightly in his arms and keep her protected against the world. His emotions were all over the place; his pleasure at seeing her follow her daily routine, his fear for her safety, his rage for that sick man.

All was calm now, but he was still raw from the whole ordeal, adrenaline coursing through his whole being. A sincere smile grew on his lips when he saw Hitomi finally realize that her blouse was indecent, and a spark of desire lit his eyes. He just let go then, and let his body act, knowing he wouldn't hurt Hitomi. Slowly he encircle her in his arms, and as if feeling his intention she tilted her head back. Van saw her instinctively close her eyes recognizing his aura, and trusting him. He pressed her against him letting his breath ghost over her pink lips, faintly hearing her whisper his name before he closed the distance. Thought he was not really there, couldn't really feel her. She couldn't really perceived him either, yet this kiss, slow and full, was as real as can be.

Van woke in his bed, breath ragged and his body stiff like he just had to run against a land dragon. Another part of him was hard, thanks to the last images from this most recent vision, still at the forefront of his mind, and he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He let his sight wander through the room trying to focus on something and calm his breathing. Outside the Mystic Moon was shining brightly in the night sky of Fanelia, the sky momentarily free of clouds. On his lips Van can still faintly taste the flavor of Hitomi lips mixed with rain.


(Author's note: Done! Let me know what you think of this. There several chapters planned for this so stay tuned. Oh and yes the taste of the kiss is a reference to the ending of the anime when we can see rain drops fall on Van lips.)