Disclaimer: NO I do NOT own Escaflowne or any of its little people running around being stupid.
AN: Here's the next chappie! Have fun!
Van Fanel came around, his eyes slowly coming in to focus to see a worried face topped with pink hair hovering over him. He tried to speak, but was silenced by the sight of another figure sitting by the door slumped over tiredly in a chair.
"Hitomi-chan?" he ventured, disbelievingly.
In the dark, two green orbs stared back at him, a small smile creeping over the figure's face.
"Yes, Van," the figure responded, getting up from the chair, and walking over to the downed king on the bed.
He sat up slowly, strength finally returning to his arms. He stared at her, denying with every fiber of his being that she was really there. His eyes traveled up and down her body, desperately clinging to the hope that this really was the one that he had been waiting for for so long. Her honey brown hair had been grown out to mid-back, but her eyes were still the same lively green as ever. His mind subtlely noticed the faint bruises and scrapes that covered her lanky form, and promised revenge on the one who had inflicted these hurts on his beloved for later. Despite all the minute changes, this was his Hitomi; his one and only Hitomi Kanzaki.
A look of pure happiness lit up Van's eyes as the only tears he had ever shed in his entire life slid down his tanned face. His strong arms searched for the warmth of her, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug. She returned the hug with equal force, her translucent tears falling to his cloaks endlessly.
After long moments of hugging and sobbing, their emotions were finally spent and they separated to talk.
Merle pulled the chair by the door over to the bed and smiled kindly. "I'll leave you two alone, and don't worry about dinner, it will be here later," she said as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
Van and Hitomi just stared at each other, neither breaking the silence that had been maintained since Merle had left the room. Van reached his hand out to touch hers lovingly, but the girl from the Mystic Moon flinched and pulled it back involuntarily.
"Hitomi, daijoubu?" Van asked worriedly, seeing her reaction to his caring touch. Something horrible had happened to her when she was returned to the Mystic Moon, and the King of Fanelia had every intention of finding out what it was. The 20-year-old shook her head sadly. Whether this action was in response to his question or if she was banishing memories, he could not tell. "Something's wrong, tell me what it is."
Hitomi opened her mouth as if to speak, but tears came flowing instead. She looked at Van, and that's when he saw it. He saw the lonliness, the despair, and the grief. Under it all was the faint flickering flame of hope that had once dominated her cheerful eyes.
He reached out his hand and wiped away the tears that meandered down her cheeks in small rivers and pulled her into a warm embrace once again. Hitomi sobbed into his shirt, her tears washing away the more painful memories of the content of her life for the past five years. Van soothed her with soft noises as he rubbed her back comfortingly. Finally, the sobbing receded into hiccoughs, and then into a blissful sleep.
When he was sure that she was asleep, Van got up and lifted her gently into the bed, taking care not to touch any of the visible bruises. He smiled at her lovingly and sat in the chair next to the bed, waiting for her to wake up.
Hours and dinner passed without event, and the dawn found Van Fanel asleep at the side of Hitomi Kanzaki, his head resting on her chest.
*****
Hitomi woke with a slight pressure on her chest. At first she swallowed down panic, thinking that she was back on Earth again, that Fanelia and Gaea had just been one big dream, and she was now awaking to the hell that had been her life for the past five years. Then she saw him; her beloved Van Fanelia, with his head crowned with black hair resting there, his face covered with a blissful expression as he slept, dreaming about her. The sun was already high in the sky, half the day being wasting recovering from a late night.
Hitomi sat up a little bit in bed, trying in vain not to wake the sleeping king, but failing miserably as his brown eyes opened to stare at her. She tried to smile, but her face faltered when she felt the familiar pain in her chest.
Van's eyes transformed from loving to concerned in mere seconds. He braced her as she coughed relentlessly, the sickness racking her feverish body.
"Hitomi! Daijoubu?!" Van asked, highly concerned after her coughing had gone on pause for a moment. When she didn't say anything, he prompted, softer this time, "Daijoubu?"
Hitomi nodded her head weakly, still fighting down further coughing. The sickness was creeping up on her again, and she had to fight it. When she thought that she finally had it under control, she ventured to speak. "Is Millerna-hime here?" she asked calmly, trying to convince Van that she was okay.
"Hai," Van replied, the worried look still in his eyes. "She's here representing Asturia at the talks. Do you want me to go get her? Because if you do, the answer is no." Hitomi searched his eyes for a change in emotion, trying to find out what had prompted this response. Van, seeing this, smiled. "Because I don't want to leave my fallen angel all alone in here," he said softly, stroking her hand slowly.
Hitomi smiled at him, her eyes lighting up at his praise. "Ai shiteru, Van," she said hoarsely.
"Ai shiteru, Hitomi," he said huskily. The two 20-year-olds leaned in towards each other expectantly when the door burst open, a figure silhoutetted in the door frame.
Wow! That was fun to write! Who would dare interrupt Van and Hitomi? I don't know, but whoever it was is gonna get it big time from Van next time.......
AN: Here's the next chappie! Have fun!
Van Fanel came around, his eyes slowly coming in to focus to see a worried face topped with pink hair hovering over him. He tried to speak, but was silenced by the sight of another figure sitting by the door slumped over tiredly in a chair.
"Hitomi-chan?" he ventured, disbelievingly.
In the dark, two green orbs stared back at him, a small smile creeping over the figure's face.
"Yes, Van," the figure responded, getting up from the chair, and walking over to the downed king on the bed.
He sat up slowly, strength finally returning to his arms. He stared at her, denying with every fiber of his being that she was really there. His eyes traveled up and down her body, desperately clinging to the hope that this really was the one that he had been waiting for for so long. Her honey brown hair had been grown out to mid-back, but her eyes were still the same lively green as ever. His mind subtlely noticed the faint bruises and scrapes that covered her lanky form, and promised revenge on the one who had inflicted these hurts on his beloved for later. Despite all the minute changes, this was his Hitomi; his one and only Hitomi Kanzaki.
A look of pure happiness lit up Van's eyes as the only tears he had ever shed in his entire life slid down his tanned face. His strong arms searched for the warmth of her, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug. She returned the hug with equal force, her translucent tears falling to his cloaks endlessly.
After long moments of hugging and sobbing, their emotions were finally spent and they separated to talk.
Merle pulled the chair by the door over to the bed and smiled kindly. "I'll leave you two alone, and don't worry about dinner, it will be here later," she said as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
Van and Hitomi just stared at each other, neither breaking the silence that had been maintained since Merle had left the room. Van reached his hand out to touch hers lovingly, but the girl from the Mystic Moon flinched and pulled it back involuntarily.
"Hitomi, daijoubu?" Van asked worriedly, seeing her reaction to his caring touch. Something horrible had happened to her when she was returned to the Mystic Moon, and the King of Fanelia had every intention of finding out what it was. The 20-year-old shook her head sadly. Whether this action was in response to his question or if she was banishing memories, he could not tell. "Something's wrong, tell me what it is."
Hitomi opened her mouth as if to speak, but tears came flowing instead. She looked at Van, and that's when he saw it. He saw the lonliness, the despair, and the grief. Under it all was the faint flickering flame of hope that had once dominated her cheerful eyes.
He reached out his hand and wiped away the tears that meandered down her cheeks in small rivers and pulled her into a warm embrace once again. Hitomi sobbed into his shirt, her tears washing away the more painful memories of the content of her life for the past five years. Van soothed her with soft noises as he rubbed her back comfortingly. Finally, the sobbing receded into hiccoughs, and then into a blissful sleep.
When he was sure that she was asleep, Van got up and lifted her gently into the bed, taking care not to touch any of the visible bruises. He smiled at her lovingly and sat in the chair next to the bed, waiting for her to wake up.
Hours and dinner passed without event, and the dawn found Van Fanel asleep at the side of Hitomi Kanzaki, his head resting on her chest.
*****
Hitomi woke with a slight pressure on her chest. At first she swallowed down panic, thinking that she was back on Earth again, that Fanelia and Gaea had just been one big dream, and she was now awaking to the hell that had been her life for the past five years. Then she saw him; her beloved Van Fanelia, with his head crowned with black hair resting there, his face covered with a blissful expression as he slept, dreaming about her. The sun was already high in the sky, half the day being wasting recovering from a late night.
Hitomi sat up a little bit in bed, trying in vain not to wake the sleeping king, but failing miserably as his brown eyes opened to stare at her. She tried to smile, but her face faltered when she felt the familiar pain in her chest.
Van's eyes transformed from loving to concerned in mere seconds. He braced her as she coughed relentlessly, the sickness racking her feverish body.
"Hitomi! Daijoubu?!" Van asked, highly concerned after her coughing had gone on pause for a moment. When she didn't say anything, he prompted, softer this time, "Daijoubu?"
Hitomi nodded her head weakly, still fighting down further coughing. The sickness was creeping up on her again, and she had to fight it. When she thought that she finally had it under control, she ventured to speak. "Is Millerna-hime here?" she asked calmly, trying to convince Van that she was okay.
"Hai," Van replied, the worried look still in his eyes. "She's here representing Asturia at the talks. Do you want me to go get her? Because if you do, the answer is no." Hitomi searched his eyes for a change in emotion, trying to find out what had prompted this response. Van, seeing this, smiled. "Because I don't want to leave my fallen angel all alone in here," he said softly, stroking her hand slowly.
Hitomi smiled at him, her eyes lighting up at his praise. "Ai shiteru, Van," she said hoarsely.
"Ai shiteru, Hitomi," he said huskily. The two 20-year-olds leaned in towards each other expectantly when the door burst open, a figure silhoutetted in the door frame.
Wow! That was fun to write! Who would dare interrupt Van and Hitomi? I don't know, but whoever it was is gonna get it big time from Van next time.......