GK: Hey I got some reviews! (starts dancing) Wait don't go away! I'll
stop dancing I swear! (Has fingers crossed behind back)
Well now that I have no more additional insane things to do or say. on with the thank-yous.
Lady Luna - thanks for supporting my timeline where Hitomi went to the loony bin. I thought it would be a good twist too. As for Merle, I going to work hard and add to her character, because I like her.
Cyber1 - Thanks for your words of encouragement. For a long time I wasn't sure if I should attempt this fic again.
Disclaimer: (A girl is bent over pounding feverishly on the keyboard of an old beat up computer.) Too busy to steal pendant and make my wish to own escaflowne. (She hesitates then types some more.) However, I will succeed one day. (Evil laugher fills the dark room.)
~Thoughts~
A bright stream of sunlight poured through a set of glass doors on the far right side of the room, casting its light on a sleeping figure. The figure, however, remained in a deep sleep and ignored the persistent sun.
The figure had a small frown set on his rigid tan face, but other than that he remained sleeping peacefully, breathing deeply and occasionally emitting a sigh of contentment.
After a soft knock at the wooden door to the man's room a small servant girl stepped intro the room quietly. Leaving the door slightly agape, she approached the figure on the enormous bed. She blocked the sun slightly with her small body as she stood stilly on the right side of the bed.
She stared at the silhouette for a moment. Then once she realized that she should be getting about with her chores she called out to the sleeping man to awaken him.
"Your Highness," she called out hesitantly with her eyes cast on the floor. The man did nothing until the girl called out again. After hearing himself called by his title for a second time, the man rolled over to face her. He opened his eyes several times to shake the call of sleep from them. (A/N yes, the man is Van)
After he finally woke up and gained his bearings, he glanced at the girl before him. The girl was short and thin. She looked to be about twelve years of age. Her thin blonde hair that framed her pale face and big round brown eyes gave her an innocent childlike appearance. Her name was Casena.
Casena had only recently started working at the castle. It was obvious she was still very nervous by how she was biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands together.
"Thank you Casena. You may leave now." Van told her with a reassuring smile.
"As you wish Mi'Lord," she replied respectfully with a curtsey.
As the girl left, Van sat up in bed, still tired. Ever since Merle left, he had spent the night thinking about Hitomi. He still hadn't made his decision on whether or not to visit her on the Mystic Moon.
Still a little sluggish from just waking up, he rose slowly from the bed. After standing for a moment, supporting his weight on his tired legs, he walked across the room to his bathroom to take a quick hot shower to wake himself up. But first, he went to his enormous closet to get a new set of clothing to wear.
As he reached his enormous closet, he looked about his wardrobe with a small smile. Each set of clothing was neatly organized and practically had royalty sewn with each stitch.
Ever since the war, drastic changes had taken place. Changes involving rebuilding, new beginnings, peace talks, and everything Arden touched.
When Van appointed Arden as his advisor, he was, to say the least, a little unprepared. Arden had immediately set out to fit Van in the image of a "true king."
First summoned was one of Gaea's best tailors, Fader de Weirton, a famous man who despite his old age had a very lively spirit. Something Van found out the hard way when he told Fader he didn't need any new clothes. In the end, Van had received a lecture about the difference between need and want and a major wardrobe change.
Fader threw his comfortable clothes of a red shirt and tan pants out immediately after he took a small glance at them. In fact, he flung them right at a servant who was standing nearby with the order to throw them into the trash.
His plain red shirt was replaced by various rich colored shirts with a collar that had the symbol of Fanilia embroidered in gold on it to show his position of wealth. Something Van had protested, but Arden overruled him on it. Also on the left side of all his shirts near the shoulder was the emblem of the throne.
Van personally didn't care for the uncomfortable fancy shirts, but Arden was adamant that he wore such things. Replacing his pants were various styles of black, brown, and even a few tan pants. Van however thought his old tan pants were more comfortable.
Van was forced to take lessons in "proper manner and etiquette" as Arden eloquently put it. Apparently, Van's "blunt hotheaded way," also said by Arden, was not how a King should act.
So Van, King of all Fanilia was forced against his will take lessons on how to, put simply, act polite. It would cause Van unbearable humiliation is anyone knew of this, but Van swore Arden to secrecy.
However, Arden still makes causal, "innocent" references to it on occasions as blackmail.
After Van finished his shower and was dressed, he treaded over to the balcony, where he talked to Merle last night.
He stepped outside on to the cement balcony and leaned against the stone pillar. The stone pillar was his thinking spot, where he liked to sort things out.
Slowly he sighed as he ran his fingers through his deep chocolate brown hair. His deep auburn eyes showed his true weariness of his heart.
Van briefly began to think about the conversation that took place with Merle last night, but then his mind drifted off to the argument that kept him up most of the night; an argument he had with himself as he lay in bed last night trying desperately to get to sleep.
*Flashback to last night*
"I should see her again."
"No it's been too long."
"So that just means I shouldn't waste anymore time. I should see her now. I have a perfect opportunity."
"Why even bother thinking about this, she will most likely have moved on in the past seven years."
"That doesn't mean I can't see her."
"Yes but she might not want to see you. After all she broke the connection."
"It could be because of something else, like something happened."
"Yeah she found a relationship with someone and that someone wasn't you."
*End of Flashback*
Van closed his eyes in frustration and in regret. He should have visited her years ago, but one thing after another kept interfering. It was as if the fates were against him and didn't want them to be together. Yet, Hitomi could control fate at times so could it be Hitomi who didn't want them to be together. Could that be it? Was that the reason she broke the connection?
He exhaled a painful sigh. He needed some closure on this issue, so he would quit wondering and have some answers for once.
"But the only way to do that is to see her again." Van spoke aloud raising his head to look at the Mystic Moon that hovered above him in the early morning sky.
~End of Chapter 2~
A/N OK sorry bout another semi-short chapter, but I wanted to post what I had typed as quick as possible. I'm gonna try to post the next chapter as quickly and have it be longer. But there are no guarantees because my computer seems to be crashing more than usually lately. I'm just hoping it isn't a virus. (Crosses fingers for luck)
Oh yeah don't 4get 2 review and Thankx 4 da reviews I already got. (I'll have personal reviews for my next chapter as well.)
Well now that I have no more additional insane things to do or say. on with the thank-yous.
Lady Luna - thanks for supporting my timeline where Hitomi went to the loony bin. I thought it would be a good twist too. As for Merle, I going to work hard and add to her character, because I like her.
Cyber1 - Thanks for your words of encouragement. For a long time I wasn't sure if I should attempt this fic again.
Disclaimer: (A girl is bent over pounding feverishly on the keyboard of an old beat up computer.) Too busy to steal pendant and make my wish to own escaflowne. (She hesitates then types some more.) However, I will succeed one day. (Evil laugher fills the dark room.)
~Thoughts~
A bright stream of sunlight poured through a set of glass doors on the far right side of the room, casting its light on a sleeping figure. The figure, however, remained in a deep sleep and ignored the persistent sun.
The figure had a small frown set on his rigid tan face, but other than that he remained sleeping peacefully, breathing deeply and occasionally emitting a sigh of contentment.
After a soft knock at the wooden door to the man's room a small servant girl stepped intro the room quietly. Leaving the door slightly agape, she approached the figure on the enormous bed. She blocked the sun slightly with her small body as she stood stilly on the right side of the bed.
She stared at the silhouette for a moment. Then once she realized that she should be getting about with her chores she called out to the sleeping man to awaken him.
"Your Highness," she called out hesitantly with her eyes cast on the floor. The man did nothing until the girl called out again. After hearing himself called by his title for a second time, the man rolled over to face her. He opened his eyes several times to shake the call of sleep from them. (A/N yes, the man is Van)
After he finally woke up and gained his bearings, he glanced at the girl before him. The girl was short and thin. She looked to be about twelve years of age. Her thin blonde hair that framed her pale face and big round brown eyes gave her an innocent childlike appearance. Her name was Casena.
Casena had only recently started working at the castle. It was obvious she was still very nervous by how she was biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands together.
"Thank you Casena. You may leave now." Van told her with a reassuring smile.
"As you wish Mi'Lord," she replied respectfully with a curtsey.
As the girl left, Van sat up in bed, still tired. Ever since Merle left, he had spent the night thinking about Hitomi. He still hadn't made his decision on whether or not to visit her on the Mystic Moon.
Still a little sluggish from just waking up, he rose slowly from the bed. After standing for a moment, supporting his weight on his tired legs, he walked across the room to his bathroom to take a quick hot shower to wake himself up. But first, he went to his enormous closet to get a new set of clothing to wear.
As he reached his enormous closet, he looked about his wardrobe with a small smile. Each set of clothing was neatly organized and practically had royalty sewn with each stitch.
Ever since the war, drastic changes had taken place. Changes involving rebuilding, new beginnings, peace talks, and everything Arden touched.
When Van appointed Arden as his advisor, he was, to say the least, a little unprepared. Arden had immediately set out to fit Van in the image of a "true king."
First summoned was one of Gaea's best tailors, Fader de Weirton, a famous man who despite his old age had a very lively spirit. Something Van found out the hard way when he told Fader he didn't need any new clothes. In the end, Van had received a lecture about the difference between need and want and a major wardrobe change.
Fader threw his comfortable clothes of a red shirt and tan pants out immediately after he took a small glance at them. In fact, he flung them right at a servant who was standing nearby with the order to throw them into the trash.
His plain red shirt was replaced by various rich colored shirts with a collar that had the symbol of Fanilia embroidered in gold on it to show his position of wealth. Something Van had protested, but Arden overruled him on it. Also on the left side of all his shirts near the shoulder was the emblem of the throne.
Van personally didn't care for the uncomfortable fancy shirts, but Arden was adamant that he wore such things. Replacing his pants were various styles of black, brown, and even a few tan pants. Van however thought his old tan pants were more comfortable.
Van was forced to take lessons in "proper manner and etiquette" as Arden eloquently put it. Apparently, Van's "blunt hotheaded way," also said by Arden, was not how a King should act.
So Van, King of all Fanilia was forced against his will take lessons on how to, put simply, act polite. It would cause Van unbearable humiliation is anyone knew of this, but Van swore Arden to secrecy.
However, Arden still makes causal, "innocent" references to it on occasions as blackmail.
After Van finished his shower and was dressed, he treaded over to the balcony, where he talked to Merle last night.
He stepped outside on to the cement balcony and leaned against the stone pillar. The stone pillar was his thinking spot, where he liked to sort things out.
Slowly he sighed as he ran his fingers through his deep chocolate brown hair. His deep auburn eyes showed his true weariness of his heart.
Van briefly began to think about the conversation that took place with Merle last night, but then his mind drifted off to the argument that kept him up most of the night; an argument he had with himself as he lay in bed last night trying desperately to get to sleep.
*Flashback to last night*
"I should see her again."
"No it's been too long."
"So that just means I shouldn't waste anymore time. I should see her now. I have a perfect opportunity."
"Why even bother thinking about this, she will most likely have moved on in the past seven years."
"That doesn't mean I can't see her."
"Yes but she might not want to see you. After all she broke the connection."
"It could be because of something else, like something happened."
"Yeah she found a relationship with someone and that someone wasn't you."
*End of Flashback*
Van closed his eyes in frustration and in regret. He should have visited her years ago, but one thing after another kept interfering. It was as if the fates were against him and didn't want them to be together. Yet, Hitomi could control fate at times so could it be Hitomi who didn't want them to be together. Could that be it? Was that the reason she broke the connection?
He exhaled a painful sigh. He needed some closure on this issue, so he would quit wondering and have some answers for once.
"But the only way to do that is to see her again." Van spoke aloud raising his head to look at the Mystic Moon that hovered above him in the early morning sky.
~End of Chapter 2~
A/N OK sorry bout another semi-short chapter, but I wanted to post what I had typed as quick as possible. I'm gonna try to post the next chapter as quickly and have it be longer. But there are no guarantees because my computer seems to be crashing more than usually lately. I'm just hoping it isn't a virus. (Crosses fingers for luck)
Oh yeah don't 4get 2 review and Thankx 4 da reviews I already got. (I'll have personal reviews for my next chapter as well.)