Kaylie-chan: Still don't own Escaflowne --- but here's the next chapter, its all in Hitomi's POV – jus an FYI so you guys can know whats going on!

The Reason

I was the average teenager at the age of sixteen, I had it all, friends, a job, I was an athlete with plenty of scouts looking at me, already, and I had a boyfriend. I couldn't have been happier. I mean, who wouldn't be, I had it all. Then, the day before my seventeenth birthday, it all changed. I was on a date with my boyfriend, Allen Schezar, it was an early birthday dinner because he knew that my friends would want to spend my birthday with me, just us girls like we did every year for our birthdays after all, life gets hectic when you're a student-athlete with a boyfriend and job.

Allen was a little older than me, okay he was a lot older than me. We had been friends when we were kids, and our families had always been close, so although he was 21 years old, and I was a mere 16 years old, now seventeen, our families approved of our relationship because they trusted us and knew that we had known each other since before we could remember. Allen had been drinking and so he was a little more aggressive than he usually was. But, I just laughed him off as I did every other time that he had been drinking. Allen suggested that we go to Gaea Creek, which is the known make-out spot, I agreed only because the view from there is amazing, and I knew that Allen would never take advantage of me. So, we went, and although I knew that he had had too much to drink, I let him drive. We made it there safely, surprisingly enough and although he kept coming on to me, I would not let him have sex with me. Then, he said, out of nowhere, that he was going into the militia and that this would be his last week with me and then he kissed me. I felt so bad for him, and I loved him so, that when he tried, I let him have sex with me. I figured, it would only be this once and it would mean that we would always be together.

After we had had sex, I felt horrible, but it was mostly because it was unprotected and I knew better than that. But, it was only this one time, so we went home and kissed each other goodnight. I went straight to sleep and didn't think about anything else except that right now, I was seventeen years old and a grown woman.

The next day, I awaken to the sullen faces of my mother and brother. I knew something terrible had happened. When I asked, my mother gave me a hug and told me that everything would be fine, for a second, I thought she knew that Allen and I had had sex that night before. My brother looked sad too, though, and that was awkward, usually he would jump on me, hit me and then run away laughing before I could catch him, because it was my birthday. But, today, he looked depressed, his chocolate brown eyes giving way to the sadness that he felt. So, as mother held me, I looked up at him questions in my eyes, he looked away and mother pulled back and looked at me and held my hands in her own. That was how she told me that Allen had died in a car accident on the way home last night, but that the other driver had hit him, and that Allen died instantaneously and that the other driver was perfectly fine. I sat in horror at the statement that came from my mother's mouth. When I suddenly felt very sick, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

I thought it was from the pain that I had felt hearing that Allen had died and that it had happened while I had been sleeping peacefully in my bed. I couldn't stop throwing up and mother just thought it was because I was in shock from what had happened. That whole day, I didn't want to be bothered, and my friends understood that, it was by far, the worst day ever for a birthday. Things began to get better though, after a few months, but it was during that time, that I noticed that I had begun to gain a little weight, and that I was more tired than what I usually was. So, I told my mother, she thought it was because I was grieving and had neglected my usual working out habits that I had even when out of season. I thought that she had been right when one day, I was particularly fatigued and asked to go to the doctor, maybe I was dehydrated or something, and the nurse took to me to the doctor, and called my mother and the doctor told me that not only was I pregnant, I was six and a half months into the pregnancy.

When my mother got to the hospital, the doctor told her what he had told me, and she looked at me with shock and surprise. She gave me a hug, and reacted way better than I thought she would. She told me that we would work it out and asked me if I wanted to give the baby up, I told her no, and that it was Allen's baby. She immediately understood and we decided to keep the baby. Allen's family had died when Allen was only eighteen so, this was all that was left of his line and it was our child, made from love. I knew that I would keep the baby, so we began making arrangements, I was a senior in high school, but I would be able to graduate luckily before the baby was born. I had to put my college dreams on hold, but it was going to work out fine, because this baby would be the greatest blessing ever.

So, the day after I graduated, I was seventeen going on eighteen years old, it was exactly nine months after Allen's death, and little Arianna Sakura Kanzaki was born. She had his onyx black hair and my emerald eyes. She was the most perfect little girl ever. She was the apple of my eye and I took to motherhood very easily. My mother pushed for me to go back to school, and get my degree, I had always wanted to work with children, so I decided to go to college, part time of course, and get my degree in social work. So, a few months before Arianna's first birthday, I made the decision, not only for me, but for her, to give her the best that I could, I would go back to school. So, at age, nineteen, I began my college career. Then it happened.

I had put Arianna into daycare, and it was okay for a few months, it was August when it happened, I was a little late in picking up Arianna, because I had to meet with a professor, so I called the daycare and told them that I would be about an hour late, they said okay and I was relieved. So, when I got there, they looked at me oddly, when I asked for Arianna. They claimed that my brother had come in to pick her up. That was impossible because Mamoru was away at college for a recruiting session. They said he had signed her out and everything. I immediately called my mother and she said that Mamoru was still at the college and would not be home until the next day. I told the daycare and then called 911. I rushed out, hoping to possibly catch a glance at who had taken my baby girl, my only baby. It was by far the worst day ever. When the cops came, I told them what had happened, and then the daycare relayed their story and then the officers told me to go home in hopes that someone would call or something and that they would look for my baby. I agreed and I went home, hoping that this was some cruel joke that Mamoru had played and that I would have my baby back home when I got there. Mamoru arrived home that same night when Momma had told him what had happened. He saw me and gave me a hug and swore that it was not him. So, I believed him. The next day was Arianna's first birthday. It was not a good day, not as it should have been. Two days after Arianna's birthday, I received the news from the police officers, they had found Arianna, but that she was dead and they wanted me to identify her body. I fell to pieces that day. Momma and Mamoru took me to the morgue to identify her body. It was her, my little baby, looking pale and lifeless, her beautiful black hair all in disarray and her emerald eyes enclosed behind her eyelids. I asked the cops what had happened, angry, and in tears. They told that someone had called it in, saying that there was a baby lying dead in the park in the middle of the city. The baby matched the description of my baby, my only little girl. I nodded and asked if they had any leads on who had done it, they said that the woman who had called it in, witnessed a tall man with platinum colored hair, so, it was on that day that I walked away, inwardly vowing revenge on whoever had killed my only little girl. Platinum colored hair is not an average color, so I vowed my revenge.

I was obsessed with finding out who he was, the detectives on my case, gave up, they couldn't find any leads as to who the man was. I was determined to figure it out and I made it my life's mission to find out who had murdered by only child, my little Arianna. I finally got a break, when I saw a man that matched the description that I had fit to memory from the eye witness statement. I watched him, and found out his name, Dilandau. That was all I needed. I fashioned my appearance to be appealing to him, I grew my hair out and hung out where he did, I was obsessed, when at work and after I graduated with my degree in social work, this was all I did. I finally got into his good graces and discovered what he did, and why he did what he did to my little girl, he and Allen had a dispute, and he was the one who had killed my Allen those years earlier. The father of my child and my only baby girl, Arianna, died at this man's hands. He would therefore die by my own. I had pledged my life to it. I had finally cornered Dilandau and told him who I was and before I could take him down, everything went black and I was in the hospital with a gunshot wound in the abdomen. I was left with a choice, either continue to find him and risk my death, or come to these classes and admit my problem and finally let my daughter rest in peace and hope that justice prevails. To be honest, it was either this or jail, and jail would not let me accomplish my goals, it was around that time that Momma and Mamoru had an intervention for me, they were worried for me, my health and my mental well-being. They recommended I come here and get help for what they thought was a problem, I love them so here it is, I'm here.

"…That is my story…and my reason…"