Worlds of Blue and White
Part Two: With Hands Clasped
Chapter 10: Digging Deeper
Another long day had come to a close. Jovey placed what remained of his evening meal onto the bedside table for attendant, who swiftly carted it away. The older woman had ceased attempting to communicate with him. Not that he'd have anything to say if she did speak his language. He preferred peace.
For the past several days in the hospital Jovey had spent his time mostly reflecting; there was little else to do, as he'd spent some time strapped down. When eh realized that the doctors were doing this for their safety and his own, he stopped fighting and was released. He had recently been left pretty much alone. Meals were brought three times a day, and the lights turned out at night--those were his only human contacts. Except when Van had come.
Tomorrow is the day, he thought, repeating his musings from all that day. Van will come back to fight Celena. But Celena will try to kill him. Unless he learns from the Sorcerer how to cue her once and for all, she won't stop fighting.
Why do I care?
Jovey sighed. When he closed his eyes he pictured Celena, with her bright eyes and curios inquiries. She had seemed like so pure and innocent a soul, incapable of the acts committed by her alter ego. He had almost felt guilty when she came to him in the forest looking for salvation, and he gave her pain. He'd felt sorry for that delicate personality created to mask his master's true destiny.
Now, the situation had reversed. It was not Celena that played the mask, but Dilandau Albatou. Thinking himself in the right, Jovey had brought torment to a beautiful, spirited young woman. And because of him they'd all been brought to this foul-smelling planet of nonsense-speaking, flat-faced people. Someone would die. Both sides were counting on his loyalty; perhaps foolishly, he believed that his decision mattered. Though he'd always told himself vengeance against Van was his last remaining ambition, this was not what he'd anticipated. But he could never betray his master, no matter what the form.
I wonder what the others would have done in this situation, Jovey thought idly, trying to picture his old comrades. Their faces were difficult to recall clearly. They always believed that protecting Dilandau was out destiny. He frowned. But…if the Sorcerers could alter Celena that much, could they have done the same to the Dragonslayers? Maybe we were also….
He shook his head fiercely. No, I can't think like that now. We weren't a lie. And…Dilandau wasn't, not really. Or….
Jovey rubbed his eyes and growled in frustration; second guessing himself would lead to nowhere. He could not assume anything, and he couldn't lose trust in himself. Dilandau had been created--he'd accepted that. But how much of Celena had been used in that mold wasn't certain yet. All he knew for sure was that, for whatever reason, she still believed in him. And for that, he would never betray her.
I can't let Van fight her. It's too dangerous. Because if anything happens to her, I'll never know the truth.
Jovey wiggled the fingers on his left hand--thanks to the advanced technology of this world and his own substantial healing abilities, he'd gained back most of their function. Though their movements were sluggish, if he was careful there shouldn't be a problem. The rest of his body was still weary, but more than ever he felt the need to escape his white-walled prison. He needed to feel the sun.
Jovey waited quietly under the guise of sleep for nearly three hours. Once he was sure that the white attendants had retired for the night he set upon tampering with the machines connected to his body. Having already learned that removing the sensors created quite some noise, he first deactivated their units. As an engineer and a mechanic, it was a simple task. Taking the needle from his arm required a bit more courage. He bandaged the small incision as best he could, using a strip of fabric from his flimsy clothing.
Jovey slipped soundlessly out of bed; most likely someone would soon notice that his machines had been disabled. It would be safest to escape through the window, as Celena had done earlier. Though he was concerned about gathering too much attention, if he was caught inside he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. The sooner he joined a crowd, the better off his chances were of escaping.
But then, I'll have to find some new clothing, and shelter for the night. He opened the window just enough to crawl through onto the ladder outside. Slowly, he made his way down toward the street, favoring his left hand. The air was cold against his bare legs and made him shiver. I wonder if anyone's seen? Thankfully, he'd exited the building facing a darkened building, and few people were on the streets to notice. Only a few stories. About three melefs tall. With a deep breath he continued down, praying all along that he would find Celena before Van did.
Hitomi was just about to leave the house the next morning when her mother stopped her. "Hitomi, we need to talk," she said, drawing he aside. "I've already excused you from school, and it's important."
"Mom, you didn't have to do that," Hitomi replied quickly. "I'm fine, really I am. And I already told Dad that I didn't want--"
"I spoke to your father. He said you were crying last night."
No, I don't want to talk about this. I just want to go to school and see my friends and forget it all. She stepped away, and hoped that her mother wouldn't press the issue. "I'm all right now. I was just…lonely, I guess, and scared. But that's over. Now, I--"
Hitomi's mother stepped forward and took her shoulders. The girl was momentarily taken aback--her mother's face was etched with grave sincerity, a look she hadn't seen before. "It's not over. Hitomi, there's something I should have told you. It has to be now, because soon it'll be too late, and we'll both regret it."
She stared at her mother in wonder. "Mom…."
Come with me, Dear. You have to see this."
Kanzaki Sachiko led her daughter upstairs, to her room, and indicated that she sit on the bed. She did, feeling a bit mystified by her mother's odd behavior. While she waited, the woman removed what looked like a leather bound journal from her desk drawer--the only drawer that had a lock. "This is your grandmother's diary," she explained, holding the ancient book delicately. "She wanted you to have it, but not until you were old enough to understand."
Hitomi accepted the diary reverently she. She remembered her grandmother only vaguely, as she had died long ago. She'd been a quiet, kind woman with gentle hands and a warm smile. Somehow, though, she'd always seemed a little sad. Her husband had died earlier in her life, and so she lived alone in her small country house. Hitomi's family moved to the city soon after she'd died.
Hitomi flipped idly through the pages, feeling pangs of nostalgia upon seeing her grandmother's careful handwriting. "I don't understand," she admitted. "Why are you giving this to me now?"
"Because it's important." Sachiko sat beside her daughter, and her tone dropped. "I know Van will be back," she said, causing Hitomi to start. "You'll have to make a choice."
"Oh, stop it," Hitomi said with false cheerfulness. "You know me, Mom. I'm not going anywhere."
But her mother only continued to gaze at her knowingly. "I love you, Hitomi. But I've felt for a long time that you're out of place here. You have our family and friends, but it's not enough. You're missing something."
"Mom, what are you saying?" Hitomi shifted uncomfortably. Her stomach felt suddenly shallow.
"Whatever you decide," Sachiko continued, clasping her hand, "your father and I have agreed to support you. We want you to be happy in a place you call home, with people you love. And if here is not that place, you still have all our blessings."
Hitomi stood up, shocked and almost frightened by her parent's words. She couldn't' believe what she was hearing, even as her heart and brain conflicted for control of her reaction to it. "Are you saying I should go back to Gaea?" she demanded. "Abandon all of you?"
"No. I'm saying you should follow your heart." She smiled, just a bit, in a rueful way. "You have the choice I didn't have, Hitomi. All I can tell you is that if you don't read that book, you'll regret it, as I did."
How can this book be that important? Hitomi stared down at the diary momentarily. Her insides churned--she wanted to read it. Something inside it was calling to her, to a part of herself that lay sleeping. Her fingers trembled on the cover.
"I'm going now," Hitomi heard herself say. She pressed the diary to her chest. "I have to go to school--Yukari and Mariko will be worried if I don't. But I will read it," she added.
Her mother nodded. "Go on, Dear."
Hitomi took a step backward, then turned and quickly exited the room.
What's going on? First that vision, and now Mom…Mom wasn't supposed to say that. Hitomi slipped the diary into her bag and hurried outside. Quickly she apologized for being late to Mariko, and they began their daily race. She was practically telling me to go with Van. But how can I? Even if I'll regret it…she's not supposed to side with him!
The school was buzzing that morning with the news of the track team's victory. Several students even congratulated Hitomi specifically on her performance. She accepted their praises graciously, and then insisted it was a team effort. They laughed at her modestly. Through it all Mariko and Yukari stayed close, never questioning but always watching. She did her best to ignore their inquiring stares--she was tired of telling people she was all right.
At lunchtime Hitomi escaped to the school roof to sit alone. She sighed deeply. The school felt so crowded to her now--so many pressing around, asking her about her well being or gossiping about her new boyfriend. She was tired of it all, and she missed Van.
Whenever I'm with him, I feel strong. He'll come back soon; I'll have to give him an answer.
Hitomi stared down at the item she'd brought with her: her grandmother's diary. "I wonder if she talks about Allen's father," she mused aloud, tracing the bindings with her fingertips. "Is that what Mom meant? Did grandmother leave him behind, and regret it?"
She opened to the first page and began to read. It sounded like the writing of a young girl--much younger than Hitomi was now. Reading the words brought tears to her eyes for a strange reason. She wiped them away quickly and read on.
It began as any diary would; describing her home in the country, her family, her friends, and simple lifestyle. A blissful, careless childhood. Hitomi skipped a few things, eager to find whatever it as her mother had meant. Finally she came across the entry: her grandmother's visit to Gaea.
When I looked about, I was in a strange, barren place, the diary read. And a man was there that I had never seen. He was much older than me, but very kind and lonely. He had been searching for something for a long time. We talked for several hours. He told me his name was Leon Schezar.
Hitomi paused, closing her eyes briefly. She remembered when Dryden shared this tale aboard the Crusade, and how much pain it had brought Allen to hear it. She almost felt guilty that it had been a member of her family to destroy the Schezar household. Even if father and son had come to terms, such bitter and sorrowful memories were best left buried. She sighed and continued reading.
He told me about his family, and country, which he'd left behind. I realized that I understood his restlessness. I, too, have sought a new world, one within myself to escape this monotonous life. Even if we separated, I feel now that our meeting was destined. Somehow we passed space and time to be together for those short moments. And just by meeting him, I feel stronger on the inside.
As soon as I returned home I asked my parents about what had happened, and showed them the pendant Leon gave me. They looked frightened, but also happy. They told me it was destiny that brought me to that place--Gaea. Our family has always been guided by destiny, even which we make ourselves.
As a child my parents always told me to believe in myself, and to pray for good things to happen. But now I know the truth about our family--our wishes are our power. It was my wish and hope that brought me to Gaea, to gain that strange, precious strength. Because our ancestors did the same, when they created Gaea. It's a world made for us; for my, my parents, and someday, for my children.
Hitomi dropped the diary; her hands had begun to shake, and could no longer hold it. It fell shut with a soft thud. She stared at it in shocked silence for some time, trying not to believe or even comprehend what her grandmother's words indicated.
"Kanzaki Hitomi."
She jerked her head up. Standing several feet away was a boy wearing their black school uniform. After a moment his identity became clear to her, and she leapt to her feet. "Jovey? What are you doing here? How did you get these clothes?"
"I followed you," Jovey replied simply. He looked pale against the black, and his stance did not look entirely stable. "The clothes I stole from a locker room." He rotated his shoulders uncomfortably in the stifling fabric. "Has Van come back yet?"
Hitomi gulped. "No, I don't think so. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with Celena."
"I've been looking for her." He glanced down at the fallen diary. "What were you reading?"
Why won't he answer me? She picked up the book and held it to her suddenly, as if its secrets were plainly visible on the cover. "It's nothing," she told him. "Now what's going on? You shouldn't be here."
Jovey nodded vaguely. He was watching her with a strange expression; a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. "I was looking for Celena, but then I saw you. I was wondering…if you could help me understand something." He licked his lips--she wondered what was making him so nervous. "You haven't talked to the Sorcerer, have you? About Dilandau-sama--or Celena?"
"No, I haven't." Hitomi frowned as his face fell. He's really concerned. He looks…lost. Like me. She felt foolish then for believing him a threat. He was just looking for answers, and someone to depend on. With a sigh she at down once more. "I'm sorry, Jovey, that I can't help. I don't know what's going on, either."
Jovey sat down heavily beside her. He looked exhausted. "I've always been chasing her," he murmured distantly. "Even when she was him."
"You must have been very loyal to Dilandau. Did you ever suspect…?"
"That he was a girl? God no." He smiled humorlessly. "It never came up."
Hitomi smiled a bit herself. "I suppose not."
They sat momentarily in silence, lost in private thoughts. "You're on our side, are you?" Hitomi asked finally. "You'll help us get Celena back?"
"I'm not on your side," Jovey answered immediately, staring straight ahead. "Because of what Van said. He said he doesn't think she can be saved. And if that's true, he'll kill her."
She stared at him in disbelief. "That's not right. He went back to find a way to help her."
"I believed him when he said he'd kill her."
Hitomi shook her head, but stopped when he turned to stare at her. His eyes were intense in the knowledge they held, like something she'd seen once in Van's eyes. "I realized something last night," he said quietly, as if he were sharing with her something precious. "All along, we--the Dragonslayers--protected Dilandau-sama. There were a few that devoted themselves only to that; one once told us that there was something in him that needed us. The part of Dilandau-sama's personality that he could never reveal. We believed in that secret part of him that worked so hard to defend his us. Dilandau-sama cared for us.
"That part of him was really Celena. The person Dilandau-sama wanted to be." Jovey raised his gaze once more to the afternoon blue. "All along, it was Celena we all wanted to save, even without realizing. That's why I'll never betray her. Even if it means fighting Van, I'll defend her."
Hitomi glanced away. Despite his passionate speech, she merely felt even more distraught. "You're lucky," she murmured. "You have something you believe in that much."
Jovey frowned thoughtfully. "What do you mean?"
"You can believe in something strongly. And in someone." She stared down at the diary in her hands, filled with her grandmother's memories and reflections. "My grandmother didn't talk much, but she always sounded very sure of herself. Like…her life was her own."
"And you don't feel that way," he surmised.
"Not at all." Hitomi pulled her knees in close and wrapped her arms around them. "Van didn't know me before Gaea. I had a lot of friends then, but none of them felt…close. I didn't realize until after I came back how few of them really cared about me. Yukari was only really close friend. And I still don't know what to do with my life."
Jovey was watching her patiently, waiting for her to go on. She felt suddenly an overwhelming urge to trust him, because he understood her somehow, and she desperately needed support of some kind. "You have Van," he prodded softly.
His simple words were enough. "But I don't have Van," Hitomi blurted out. "He's on Gaea, and I'm here. I didn't even believe strongly enough back then, the most important time of my life. I left without regrets. And now…." She sighed deeply and leaned her back against the chain fencing. "If Grandma's right…I should have stayed there."
"What do you mean? What about her?"
She opened the diary and found the right spot, then realized that he wouldn't be able to read it. "She talks about our ancestors," she explained, "And the power we have to make wishes come true. The power…I used it to go to Gaea, and then come back. But that power belongs to only one group of people."
Jovey recoiled slightly. "Are you saying you're really--"
"Of course not! That's ridiculous."
He frowned, not looking as agreeable as she'd hoped he would. "That would make sense, actually," he mused. "Celena did mention she came for more than one."
Hitomi shook her head in fierce denial. "No, stop it. How could I? There hasn't been any on Earth for over a thousand years. Besides--I would have figured something like that out by now."
Jovey didn't appear convinced, but decided to let the subject drop. "In any case, I need to find Celena. She wasn't at the Alseides. Van should be back soon, and I have to get to her first."
Hitomi nodded vaguely. Jovey's probably the best thing for her right now. Jovey, and Allen. Fighting Van will only make matters worse. "Do you have any idea where else she could have gone? What she might want or need to do?"
"I found the Alseides late last night. If she wasn't there…." He paused. "She was probably looking for or track you."
The possibility that Celena might have been spying on her gave her a momentary chill. "Wait--tracking me?"
"Of course. You're her bait for Van, after all."
Hitomi gulped, feeling suddenly cold and very vulnerable. "She could be watching us right now, then," she murmured, glancing about in sudden suspicion. "If you found me, I'm sure she'd have even less trouble."
Jovey stared at her, and his eyes grew wide. "You're right." Fortunately he was far less conspicuous in making a visual sweep of their surroundings. "But I don't think she's heard us. At least, I hope not."
There's nowhere to hide up here, she reasoned. If she were that close, we'd see her. She could be anywhere around the school, waiting. Or not at all.
This might be good for us," she murmured. "If she's really tracking me, then I can lead her."
"You mean, set up a trap?" Jovey asked doubtfully.
"Not exactly." She glanced about, and set her sights on a tall building visible above all the others. "Do you see that building to the…east? The really tall one, with the big glass doors."
He nodded. "It's pretty public though, isn't it?"
"It's the National Library. The top several floors are records storage.* Mariko's mom works there; they're almost always empty. Besides, I go to the library a lot, so it won't seem suspicious."
"You want Celena to follow you in?" Jovey demanded. "What if she just waits for you outside? I don' think she'd risk attack you outright."
Hitomi smiled grimly. "That's right. Unless Van and I were both there, and she had you backing her up." She continued before he could protest. "Just listen. If she thought that, she'd come, wouldn't she?"
"Probably." He was watching her warily. "But wouldn't bringing them together start the fight we're trying to avoid?"
"Yes. But I didn't say Van would actually be there."
Jovey regarded her with confusion for a moment before catching on. "You want to trick her into meeting with just the three of us? Why? Do you think you can do something?"
I have to. Briefly she remembered her vision from the day before. I can't let Van get involved. I need to believe in myself. "I think I can help, if you'll help, too. Together maybe we can convince her to go home, and see Allen." Hitomi licked her lips. "Besides, if this is in any way my fault, I have to make up for it. And I can't let Van get involved, either. I don't want him to get hurt because of me." I've caused him so much pain in the past. "You understand, don't you?"
A faint smile touched him. "Yes, I do. I'll keep trying to find Celena. When will we meet you in the library?"
"Thank you. We'll meet at six on the seventh floor." She took her watch off and gave it to him. "When the two hands form a straight line from top to bottom, it'll be time. In the evening."
Jovey looked the device over critically, then slipped it into his pocket. "Okay. At six, just the three of us. If I don't find her, I'll just come by myself."
"Good." Hitomi sighed, releasing some tension. She realized suddenly that classes would begin soon. "I have to go back," she told him, scooping up the diary as she climbed to her feet. "Good luck, Jovey."
"You too." He stood, and nodded appreciatively. "I'll see you in a few hours."
"See you later." Hitomi left the roof with the book pressed against her chest. I don't have time to worry about myself, she thought deftly. Or visions that aren't real. I have to prepare. And somehow, I'll have to keep it a secret from Van.
Jovey waited several minutes before descending from the roof as well. Celena's been on this planet for several days, he reasoned. I'm sure she's found Hitomi by now. If Hitomi comes here everyday, she'd probably just wait outside. Jovey stepped out onto the pavement and glanced about. She's got to be here. And if she is, chances are she knows I'm here, too.
Jovey started away from the school, all along keeping a constant vigil of his surroundings. He didn't have far to go. As soon as he'd gone a few feet he caught sight of a uniformed figure sitting on a sidewalk bench. He sighed in relief. It was Celena, one slim leg crossed over the other, patiently waiting; for him, as was apparent when she signaled him over. Her eyes were calm but very serious. "Jovey."
"Celena." He seated himself beside her, hoi g dearly that she hadn't heard their plan. His mind buzzed, coming up with possibilities. "I knew if I found Hitomi, I'd find you."
She nodded slowly, and faintly smiled, to his relief. "I'm glad to see you up," she said. "I thought it'd take longer, but you look all right. How is your arm?"
"Not completely healed, but better. I see you stole yourself a uniform." Either she doesn't suspect, or she's playing me, too. Looking at her, though, she seemed oblivious to his plans.
"You too." Celena glanced away. "By the way, what did you talk about up there?"
His heart jumped, then settled once more. There was only curiosity in her tone. He thought briefly that she should have been suspicious, but then, she hadn't doubted him so far. She even seemed to be depending on him. He decided to assume all was well."
"Actually, Van is coming back today," Jovey set their plot into motion. "Hitomi and I have arranged a meeting--just the four of us, to end this. It's not for several hours, though, so we have time to prepare."
Celena hummed thoughtfully. "Where?"
"Inside a building." She frowned, and he hastily explained. "It'll be empty, and we'll be left alone. If you fight in the open, their soldiers might interfere."
"And we can't go to the Alseides, because Van has the energists," she added. "I won't risk him using it against me." She smiled at him. "Good, Jovey. That'll be good. I'm glad you're here. Now that you're better, you won't leave again."
Jovey frowned, as her voice had changed somehow when she said that. "It hasn't been too hard on you, has it?" he asked carefully. "Being in this city alone."
Celena flinched. She wrapped her arms around her middle as if cold. "No. No, it wasn't bad. Just don't leave me alone anymore."
"Celena…." God, what did they do to her? Will she ever be all right again? He touched her shoulder, and suddenly she edged closer, leaning against him. Her body felt thin and fragile, like a child's. "I won't go anywhere," he told her softly. "I promise."
*no, I'm not talking about the Important Documents Reference Room ^o^
Worlds of Blue and White
Part Two: With Hands Clasped
Chapter 11:
The rest of the day passed as a restless blur for Hitomi. She fidgeted through her classes impatiently. The lectures meshed into one long string of incomprehensible monotone, and she soon lost track of what subject was being taught, let along what was being said. Once Van tried to contact her with concern, and she hastily assured him of her well-being.
-I'll be there soon- he replied.
This did not help matters. I've been so concerned with Celena that I haven't considered my other problems, she thought, cringing. Grandmother's diary, my vision, Van's coming back--he'll be upset when he finds out what I'm doing. And then he'll go home. She bit her lip until it bled. I want to go back with him--I do, because I love him. But…but how can I? Isn't this where I belong? Or was Mom right? Could I call Gaea home?
After school had--thankfully--ended, Hitomi quickly sought her friend Mariko. "I need a favor," she began immediately. "From your mom."
"My mom?" she echoed curiously. "What for?"
"I need to get some information from the--" The moment she began to say the words, she knew she couldn't lie to her friend. "No--no, I'm sorry, Mariko. I just need to get into the information records at the national library for a while."
Mariko stared at her blankly. "This doesn't have to do with Van, does it?" she asked.
"Sort of. It's hard to explain, but please just trust me." Hitomi licked her lips; she knew it was too much to ask, but she had to. "Please, Mariko."
"Hitomi, I…." She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm not going to be able to bail you out forever, but okay. I'll ask my mom to open it for you. I suppose you want it to be private."
"If you can," she affirmed anxiously.
Mariko didn't look happy, but she relented. "Okay. Because I trust you." She stared her friend directly in the eye. "But whatever you do up there, if you get caught it's my mom's job. So don't get caught."
Hitomi suddenly realized that her friend was assuming something untrue. "It's not what you think," she said, blushing. "I need to talk to someone on neutral turf, that's all."
"Yeah, okay." Still Mariko looked wary. "What time?"
"Six." Mariko, I'm so sorry to make you not believe me. "Thank you so much. It's important."
She smiled grimly. "I know, I know. I'll tell our cram school teacher you're not coming tonight. Let's just go home."
They had just about reached Hitomi's house when they spotted the light pillar, emanating from a spot off in the forest. At least he didn't try to land at the Alseides, Hitomi thought with a bit of relief, noting the position. Or my house. People are starting to get suspicious enough already. She and Mariko continued on, and then said their goodbyes at Hitomi's door.
The first thing Hitomi did was go to her room and close the door behind her. She didn't want to face her mother, who had been acting so strange of late, or her father, and need to explain her fit the night before. Not wanting to see Tatsumi was a given. So she waited, playing over what she would tell Van over and over in her mind. She was also doing her best to ignore her grandmother's diary.
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang, and Hitomi's heart vaulted into her chest. Instantly she was on her feet and racing to the door. Unfortunately, Tatsumi beat her to it. He opened the door with a yawn, then lurched back in surprise. "Hey, who's the freak?"
Hitomi shoved him aside to face their guests, and again nearly fainted. Van stood in the door, smiling grimly and dressed in the clothes Hitomi had bought him. And beside him, clad in a white shirt and black trousers with a long travel-bag slung over his shoulder, stood Allen.
Her breath caught in her throat. He looked just like he had three years ago, and with that image several memories raised to her mind. His slender, handsome face, his beautiful blond hair--even his smell, which she had always loved, remained unchanged. When their eyes met he smiled, and she flung her arms around him in an enthusiastic hug. Allen stumbled a bit at the unexpected greeting.
"It's so good to see you," Hitomi said as she stepped back. Her eyes began to water. I didn't realize that I missed him so much. And Merle, and Millerna-san, and Dryden-san. Her emotions rose up inside of her, and she had to beat them down least she lose her composure. "You haven't changed a bit," she prattled on, hoping he wouldn't notice. "But I'm glad you changed your clothes--your uniform would have attracted a lot of attention." She stepped aside and gestured for them to come inside.
"You have an amazing city," Allen said. He gazed about the living room of the house, smiling in approval. "And a charming house."
His compliment made her blush. "It's not that great. Oh, and this is my brother." She grabbed Tatsumi and pulled him forward, much to his dismay. "His name's Tatsumi."
"Well met."
Tatsumi made a face at the knight, then stomped off, muttering something about his "crazy sister" and her "goddamned freak show." She shot a glare at his back, and apologized for his behavior.
"It's fine," Allen assured, appreciative of the boy's spirit. "He'll be a fine man. Besides, we're the intruders, after all." He took a seat on the sofa. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not." Hitomi smiled wistfully--as if somehow, having Allen here calmed her. Despite his looks he didn't appear the least bit out of place in her living room. She glanced at Van, remembering similar feelings from when he'd first arrived. She paused when their gazes connected; he'd been watching her, his eyes dark and serious. But for all his intensity, there still lay a gleam of insecurity. The question she'd asked herself for the past three days lay unspoken on his lips. She wanted to ignore it, to pretend she didn't have a choice to make, but the weight pressed upon her was simply too much. She was only able to greet Van briefly before returning her attention to Allen.
That hurt him. Van looked as if he'd already received Hitomi's response, and his eyes grew distant. He seated himself in a nearby chair and remained silent.
Oh god, Van, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Still Hitomi did her best to keep herself from looking to him. She continued to chat with Allen a bit, explaining sections of the city that he hadn't understood. Their conversation turned serious far too soon. "Van and I spoke to the Sorcerer Kolaf Driffith. It seems that our best hope for saving Celena is to get her back home as soon a possible, and to keep her away from Van."
Hitomi nodded, trying not to let her anxiety show. If Celena sees me entering with Allen-san, she'll know something's up for sure. I can't risk her not coming tonight, and finding Van. Allen-san, I'm sorry. "You're right. We don't want to start a fight."
"Which means we don't want you there, either," Van added. "I'm gong to lead Allen to the Alseides and Celena, and let him handle her. You'll stay here."
She nodded again, but in doing so she realized the truth behind his words. Van thinks they'll all be together, and he'll take them home, logic told her. He's going back to Gaea. He's assuming you won't come with him.
But I already decided, didn't I? This is my home. She raised her head, and caught her father watching them from the kitchen. He was smiling in a rueful, farewell kind of way. Isn't it?
"Hitomi?" Allen's voice brought her back into focus.
"Yes. I mean…." Don't sound so agreeable. That's not like you. "I've got school. You'll…take care of Celena, won't you?"
"Of course." The knight seemed a bit perplexed, but relieved by her immediate acceptance. "Don't worry, Hitomi. Everything is going to be fine."
"I know." Hitomi glanced at Van to see his reaction. He looked unsettled, as if playing her words through his head once more. He's not buying it, she thought, fidgeting. He knows I'm lying. He knows what I'm up to. He must know.
"Good," the king said, standing once more. "I was afraid you'd be a little more resistant, but I'm glad you agree. You've grown up a bit."
She couldn't help a retort at that comment. "Oh, so I wasn't grown up before?"
"I didn't mean that."
Hitomi made a face--his tone was almost callous. What's wrong with him? She felt a suddenly, unreasonable flash of anger, that he would treat her this way. He should have seen that she was upset, and distraught, and no happier with her options than she was. Did he really expect her to jump up, and demand that he take her to Gaea so they could live happily ever after? Life didn't work that way. He was asking her to give up on her world: family, friends, home, career. She couldn't make that decision, and the fact that that bothered him merely angered her.
Allen watched the pair, wisely silent. After a moment he looked as though he might interrupt, but Hitomi beat him to it. "I suppose you should go."
Something in Van's face twitched. "Fine," he replied in a clipped manner. "Then, we'll be going."
"Fine." Hitomi stood and extended her hand, which he regarded almost warily. Her temper flared. "We might as well say goodbye," she nearly snapped. "Since you're going back to Gaea."
The king recoiled, caught off guard by her sudden harshness. He stared at her as if realizing for the first time what was happening. "Hitomi…."
She shook her head deftly. "Don't, Van. You know I can't." Her voice trembled, and she struggled to keep herself together. "You belong there. You need to go."
"You're not coming with me," he stated flatly. The corners of his eyes had begun to narrow in a pained expression. He was battling to keep his manner composed: she could tell. Already her anger was failing--she didn't want either of them to suffer. It wasn't fair.
"Van, I can't." Hitomi wanted to turn away so that she would not have to face him, but her body wouldn't move. "That's not how it works, and you know that. So please, just go."
Van stared at her for a long time, as if memorizing every slight aspect of her face. But it was a hollow look, as if he viewed only a photograph, and she had vanished long before now. Already eternity separated them. He nodded, once, without a word. And then he did something she hadn't expected: he smiled. She knew that smile. He had given here the same smile three years ago at her departure. At that time it had given her hope and courage; this time, it paralyzed her. It was a peaceful smile. And before she could react to it he'd already started for the door. The sight of his turned back caused her to start. The words welled up inside her. "Van, I lo--"
"Don't." The king glanced over his shoulder, offering the same face, those same deep eyes. "This time, I think we'd both better try to forget."
"Van…." Hitomi bit her lip as her eyes began to water. Can I? She gulped. Can I…forget?
-Hitomi-
Van nodded slightly, as if having understood her perfectly. Then he glanced at Allen significantly, and started to leave once more. The knight frowned, casting hesitant looks between the two of them. He sighed, and approached Hitomi. "It was good to see you again," he murmured, smiling fondly. There were hundreds of things he could have said to her, wanted to share, but there was no time. "You'll be all right, won't you?"
"I…." She swallowed back any more pain. "Yes. Go on--Celena needs you." Forgive me.
Allen touched her shoulder briefly, then stepped back and bowed precisely. "Thank you, for having me as a guest, even for so short a time."
"Um…of course." Hitomi looked to see Van's face, but by then he'd already exited. She could feel her insides twisting painfully, but she beat them down in determination. "Goodbye, Allen-san. Tell him…I'm sorry."
He nodded wisely. "He already knows, but I will. Take care." Quietly, he departed.
Hitomi sunk slowly into the sofa cushions. She pressed her hand to her chest, as if its placement would keep her heart from fluttering away. Calm down. Calm down. As soon as they realize what's happened, your time is up. You have to get to Celena first. She stood and ran to the window, watching as both figures disappeared into the waves of people. As soon as they'd fallen from view, she slipped outside and started toward the National Library at a run. Even if they turn around as soon as they get to the Alseides, I should get some time. Enough to help her, somehow.
Celena kept her hand wound tightly around Jovey's as they moved along the crowded streets. After the almost full week she'd spent in this odorous, confined city, she was beginning to get her bearings: west of them was Hitomi's school, and somewhere further northwest of that, her home. They were moving farther away from the Alseides, and the hospital. The building we're going to looks public, she mused, frowning. Will we really be alone? I trust Jovey--not them. I don't want to have to kill someone who interferes.
Celena's time in the city had been rough at first: she was alone, in a strange place with different vehicles, food, air, and people. Alone. She had no money and no one to speak to. She'd spent her days wandering the streets. And her nights in the Alseides. The sickness often came upon her. Finding Hitomi was pure luck: she'd spotted a young girl with the same odd clothing, and followed her to her school. After that, finding her target was simple. Ever since then, she'd followed her.
Until meeting Jovey. They'd left the school together and stayed with the Alseides all afternoon, eating the food Celena's stored and resting, mostly. But just before they left, Jovey had faced her seriously.
"Celena…is there no other way? Must you fight?"
And she'd answered without thought. "Yes. And you'll fight with me. It's our destiny."
Which is all that matters.
The building that would be their battleground rose above them. Celena paused at the entrance, wondering what possible function so large a structure could serve. She shifted the stolen duffle bag on her shoulder--which concealed her sword--and entered, Jovey following. As she expected, dozens of people drifted aimlessly among short metal tables and long shelves of books. So…it's some kind of scholar's storage, or a records vault. Celena hmmphed in approval and entered the nearby elevator. After several trials in such machines, she'd learned to identify the number markings: she selected the top floor, the seventh. "They'll be there, won't they?" she murmured to herself. "We'll end this."
Jovey glanced at her, but said nothing. A short pause later they'd reached the correct floor. Celena opened her duffle bag and removed her sword, clipping the sheath to her belt. As the door slid open a chill ran down her spine and through her limbs. Finally. Finally. With a deep breath, she stepped over the threshold.
Worlds of Blue and White
Part Two: With Hands Clasped
Chapter 12: The Day An Angel Falls
Celena stepped out of the elevator and glanced about. Their battleground was far more cluttered than she'd anticipated. The lighting was poor: only a few bare bulbs hung from the ceiling, making the line of small square windows the best source of illumination. Shelving units stocked with boxes of dusty texts dominated the tiled landscape, like temple guardians. Celena strode with slow, careful steps through the narrow passage. Her senses reached out ahead of her, searching for some indication of her prey. She heard only Jovey's soft breath behind her and one other: not Van. She could tell by the smell.
Celena reached the wall and turned, finally spotting Kanzaki Hitomi. The girl was seated at a small round table, clad in he school uniform. She was alone. Celena kept waiting, expecting to detect any other presence. Van's not here. Where is he?
"I'm glad you came," Hitomi said. Her tone was a mixture of easily read signals: determination, hope, uncertainty.
"Where's Van?" Celena demanded, placing a hand on her sword hilt. "Where's he hiding?"
"He's not hiding," the girl replied calmly. "He's not coming. We wanted to talk to you alone."
She glared at her sharply--what did she mean? She sought an explanation from Jovey, and was startled to see that his expression matched that of their enemy. "What's this all about? Why isn't Van coming?"
Jovey licked his lips and spoke. "He's doesn't know we're here. We want you to listen to us, Celena. We want to help you."
Yes, that's right. Jovey will always help me. I'm not alone if he's here. Celena straightened. "I want him to be here when I kill her." Hitomi flinched at the words. "I want him to watch her die, right before his eyes. I want him to be helpless."
"Just like you were," Hitomi murmured.
"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Celena pulled her sword from it sheath. "You're both going to die. Do you understand that, Kanzaki Hitomi? I'll rid the world of you damn monsters--both our worlds!"
Can I forget?
-Hitomi-
Hitomi shook her head, trying to clear the sudden invasion of the vision on her thoughts. Focus, focus. This is more important now. "Celena, it doesn't have to be this way," she continued evenly. "You have your memories back, don't you? You know what the Sorcerers did to you. They used you--this isn't your real destiny."
To this Celena laughed. "This is foolish, even for you. Do you really think I'll listen to your pathetic speeches? Ha!" Her eyes narrowed abruptly, and her voice lowered. "What the Sorcerers did to me was a blessing--something you could never understand. I don't regret being Dilandau. Now call Ban here so he can watch when I gut you."
Hitomi shuddered despite her convictions. Fortunately, Jovey supported her. "Celena, listened to yourself," he implored. "When you came to me in the forest that day, you were frightened of what was happening to you."
Celena flinched, just barely. Thank God she listens to him, at least. Jovey, Keep going.
He did, as she'd prayed. "The first day we met, you were happy. You were living a peaceful life, and you never once doubted yourself. It can be that way again."
The girl stared at him, disbelieving. Her expression began to twist, and her sword lowered. "Jovey…you're against me?"
"No--I'm trying to help," he replied immediately. "I was wrong before, because I didn't understand. But now that I know the truth, I can't ignore it. You weren't meant to be this way."
Celena just stared at him. For the first time she looked utterly lost. But it wasn't because of what the two implied: it was Jovey. He was speaking against her, an event she'd never experienced. The shock was clear in her eyes. "Jovey. What are you saying?"
"Don't kill them." Jovey punctuated each word clearly, as if driving them into her. "Don't kill Van, or Hitomi. You'll regret it."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, gradually regaining her composure. "It's my purpose--your purpose--our purpose!"
"The purpose the Sorcerers gave you," Hitomi interjected. She couldn't stand by idly in this debate.
"Shut up!" Celena retorted. "I don't want to hear from a Dragon--you can change your destiny. You have no idea how we feel!"
Can I forget?
-Hitomi-
Stop it, stop it! This is working, and you can't back down. "Just because they gave you that destiny doesn't mean you have to accept it. Anyone can--"
The grip on her sword tightened. "Liar! Destiny can't be changed that easily! I spent three years as a Schezar doll, and I still came back to this, so don't patronize me."
In the instant she'd said that, Hitomi saw a glimmer of hope. "You regret it, don't you?" she murmured. "Having this pushed on you again."
Celena again flinched, and stared at her with eyes that reflected truth. "What are you--"
"Celena." This time it was Jovey who interrupted. "What were you like before you met me?"
She paused, switching her gaze between her two accusers. Her confidence was failing. She was depending on Jovey that much, Hitomi thought sadly. Without Jovey, she doubts herself. Did the Dragonslayers really mean that much to her?
"I…lived with Allen, and Misshel. He served as a knight and I sometimes attended court." Celena licked her lips, and shifted nervously. "Every day it was the same--dressing up in silk, and lace, just to attend the same social gatherings. To show off a name--what good is Schezar honor? All it's earned me is a dozen of empty-headed lap-dog suitors and a charming reputation!"
Jovey smiled faintly, almost fondly. "You loved it, didn't you?"
Celena recoiled as if assaulted. "Shut up!" she snarled. "You…you're a traitor! How could you betray me? This is your destiny, too!"
"Calm down," Hitomi tried to interpose herself. She stood up.
"Don't move! I'll kill you if you come near me!"
She stopped, trusting Celena's words. "Please, Celena, we're not your enemies. Jovey is doing this because he cares for you. He wants you to be happy again. Is this fight really what you want?"
The blond shook her head violently. "There's no choice--this is my fate."
"What about after you've killed them?" Jovey didn't attempt to approach her, but he spoke softly, as if just at her side. "You couldn't go back to Gaea."
"What…? I don't…."
"Fanelia would hunt you done. Allen defending you wouldn't be enough--we'd all be branded traitors, criminals. You could never go home again, or even to Zaibach; it's weak, and the people there would sell you out to avoid a war. The people here would avenge Hitomi." He paused to make sure she was listening. "If you follow this destiny, you'll have nothing left."
Celena didn't respond. She continued to stare at Jovey, indecisive and confused. He took the opportunity to step closer. "Celena, listen to what you're saying. We don't want that to happen to you. You can change your destiny."
She swallowed hard, and whispered, "I don't know how."
-Hitomi!-
Hitomi jumped, a bit startled by Van's sudden pounce on her mind. Only then did she realize that he'd been trying to contact her all along. -What's going on?- his "voice" rang inside her. -We're at the Alseides, but Celena's not here-
Not now, she projected back. She hoped that her short message wasn't too harsh. She raised her gaze and found both former Dragonslayers watching her. "I'm fine," she assured. "It's nothing."
Jovey nodded, and then turned to Celena once more. "First, we have to get you back to Geaa. Allen will be able to help; he's found someone who knows exactly what happened to you."
Good--he didn't mention the Sorcerer, Hitomi thought to herself, then realized a moment too late that Van was still listening in. -What's going on?- the king asked sharply. -Who's with you?-
No one--nothing, Hitomi tried to assure, but he had already caught onto her anxiety. His spirit pushed into her, searching for the truth, and she resisted firmly. Stop it. I can do this by myself!
-Do what? Who are you talking to?-
Hitomi bitterly thought it ironic that he could read her mind most clearly when she didn't want him to. But there was no denying what she'd done: she had to tell him. Even if it meant angering him. It's Celena. I'm talking to Celena.
Van's outpouring of concern and Jovey's inquiries momentarily flooded her, causing her to withdraw from both. "I'm fine," she replied in voice and thought. Van, it's all right. I know what I'm doing.
-No, you don't understand-
Stop it! You have to trust me. With some effort Hitomi was finally able to force the king away, focusing completely on Jovey and Celena. "Celena, I know it's been hard. You and Van may never forgive each other, or forget, but you don't have to fight anymore."
Jovey cringed: those were the wrong words, as was apparent by Celena's immediate reaction. "He killed them!" the girl shouted, refreshed in her injustice. "Every one--took everything I had, even Jajuka! Even my sanity!"
Hitomi wanted to yell back, remembering how much pain Dilandau had caused in his battles. Fortunately, Jovey stepped between the two women before an argument could rise. He spoke quietly, seriously, trapping Celena's attention. "Pointing blame now won't bring any of them back. They can't see you from where they are."
"I'm doing this for them!" she raged back. "I'm fulfilling their destiny, and yours. I--"
Celena broke off suddenly, clutching her torso as if in pain. She raised her head upward, like a wolf about to howl, her eyes wide and mad. Hitomi followed her gaze unwillingly to a small ceiling vent, where a faint glow was seeping out from the gate. "It's Van," the blond girl said quietly. Her mouth twisted in a wide grin. "I'll prove my destiny to you." She sheathed her sword.
"Celena, wait--" Hitomi began, but she had already took off toward the stairwell. Jovey immediately gave chase with Hitomi on his heels. All three burst through the door, continuing their race up the flight of stairs to the roof. Hitomi bit back a curse. Damnit, Van.
Up ahead, Celena slammed into the roof door and disappeared from view. Hitomi pushed herself faster, praying that she would reach them in time. Jovey was breathing heavily at her side as they stepped out of the slanting corridor and into the open. She squinted against the western sunlight. The shrieking wind mixed with the cacophony of buzzing street life far below was nearly deafening. Hitomi took a moment to catch her breath before viewing the scene; her heart leapt at the sound of clashing swords. Celena had not hesitated in attacking Van, even before the light pillar had faded completely. Allen attempted to intervene and was almost gutted by the swinging blades. The Knight stepped back, watching helplessly.
"Allen-san!" Hitomi ran up to him and snatched his arm. "Why?" she demanded, glancing between him and the fight. Van and Celena broke apart. "Why did you come here? Fighting won't help anything!"
Allen stared at her in bewilderment at her temper. "We came here to protect you, of course."
Stupid, stupid men! She shook her head fiercely. "Don't you see that bringing Van was wrong? They'll kill each other!"
Just as she was speaking, Jovey acted, running toward the fighting pair. Hitomi tried to shout a warning--if he interfered he could be killed--but didn't have the time. As she watched, he interposed himself between the combatants; Celena immediately halted her movements to avoid endangering him. "Get out of here!" she shrieked madly, though she made no move against him.
"Stop, both of you," Jovey instructed. "That's enough. Van, leave."
The king recoiled slightly. "But Jovey--"
"Leave. Take Hitomi with you." He shot the girl a significant glance. "Allen and I will take care of this." Allen looked a bit surprised at his declaration, but nodded.
Celena, now the closest of them to the door after her and Van's spinning dance, glared at them all, her eyes narrowed in hate. "He's not leaving," she hissed, knuckles whitening around the sword handle. "Not until I'm dead."
Wait…. Hitomi replayed those words, casting a quick glance at Allen to see if he'd caught the tone in his sister's voice. Judging by his expression, he must have. She means to die. Even if she wins…. "Celena…."
"Hitomi." Van reached his hand out to her. The stern gleam in his eyes made it look like a command. "Come on."
He's mad, now. Hitomi gulped, letting her hand slip off Allen's sleeve. How can I explain? I…should have included them from the beginning. If Allen had been here…no. No, I was right. Because if they'd trusted me, this wouldn't have happened. Despite her mixed emotions--bordering on anger--she started toward him. If anything, we have to think of Celena, she thought deftly. That's what matters.
She took the kings hand, and felt a tremor go up her arm. Unwillingly she looked into his eyes. Beneath the anger lay hurt, and betrayal. Though she tried not to be affected by it, she felt those same feelings in herself. Why didn't you trust me? They were thinking the same. Why?
Van looked away and began to lead her toward the roof's exit. She followed, humbled by the tension between them. I'm sorry, she projected to him, even though she knew he wasn't listening. I'm sorry. I do trust you, Van. I did this for you.
Celena's sharp vigil never left them. In order to reach the stairs they first had to pass Jovey, and then her. Hitomi tried to keep from looking. When they passed by the blond girl, however, her gaze danced away from their goal. Celena was shifting.
-Hitomi-
"Do you think you can leave?"
Van's gait didn't falter, but his eyes danced back warily. He kept going.
"Don't you care what I did to your kingdom? Your home? Those sins are unforgivable."
This time the king did stop. His jaw worked, trying to ignore her hissing voice. He couldn't bear to look at her but Hitomi took the risk, and gasped softly. Celena's face was composed of a deathly calm, as if every muscle in it had lost its function. But somehow, her eyes gleamed with more anger and insanity than any worn by Dilandau. Her fists were trembling, her body rigid. And when she spoke, her words sang like an invitation from a demon. "Our destinies meet. You cannot escape this time, Dragon. Because we are both too far to be forgiven. We're both damned."
In Hitomi's mind, Van smiled. He reached out to her and was blurred by the swirling feathers. But in her eyes she saw him twist suddenly in pain, his eyes bulging and mouth gaping wide. "Van?" She took hold of his shoulders and tried to steady him, her voice rising in panic. "Van? What's wrong?"
Van didn't speak, as his gaze was focused beyond her. Without warning he snatched her arm and flung her aside, so that she fell onto her back. A moment later she looked up to see Van and Celena struggling sword to sword once more. Both were gasping for breath. Allen and Jovey were rushing forward, but it was obvious that neither knew what to do. Allen quickly helped Hitomi to her feet. "What's happening?"
"I don't know. Van--"
Van cried out sharply, and to their astonishment his T-shirt was shredded suddenly by the unfurling of his pair of white-feathered wings. Hitomi stared, shocked. Why? What's happening? Celena didn't halt in her assault, and the pair spun, trying to stay clear of the other's blows. The look Van's face was one of confusion and desperation; though the wings were weightless and did not hamper his movements, it was clear he had not been the one to call on them.
"Celena, stop this, please!" Allen shouted, drawing his sword. But not even he dared to enter the storm of flashing metal.
Celena didn't answer; her piercing eyes were only for Van. They were wild and mad like a beast's, and her lips were parted, as if baring fangs. She struck relentlessly, speaking curses through the blade, her silence frightening her opponent more than curses. Hitomi watched, paralyzed, her brain repeating her own name over and over through Van's lips. Her stomach began to twist, and then burn, and she gripped her midsection in pain. What's happening?
Again the blades met and held, growling as they shifted against each other. Celena pulled back suddenly--she didn't retreat, but stepped sideways, allowing his own strength to push him forward. He swung his sword as a counter, but by then she was already in motion, somersaulting past him. His blade barely missed the top of her head as she passed. She was back on her feet in an instant, and her arm moved in a smooth arch, guiding her weapon. It passed through the base of Van's wings as if they were no more than phantoms, and drew a long, shallow incision along his shoulder blades.
Van gritted his teeth, determined not to cry out, but then a jolt of pain struck through him such as none he ever felt. He dropped to his knees from the intensity--his wings were flapping and twisting awkwardly, as attempting to pull away from his injured body. He wrapped his arms around his ribs and choked on an agonized moan.
Celena took a step back, watching with a glint of morbid satisfaction as her prey shuddered on the ground. Hitomi wasn't sure what to do--the Dragonslayer was making no move to end her crippled prey. With a deep breath she stepped forward, ready to kneel at Van's side; he was suffering far too much for so superficial a cut. "Van, what's going--"
"Hitomi!"
Allen's warning came too late. Hitomi lifted her head just in time to see Celena barreling down on her, to feel the thin, blood-starved fingers curling around her uniform collar. She was hauled ungraciously to the feet and dragged several feet back. Cold steel pressed against her throat. Celena did not speak or even seem to be pleased with capturing the girl, but she held her tightly as her prize.
"Celena--" Allen began, but she cut him off.
"Shut up. Van, get up."
Van glared at the woman hatefully as he struggled, still in pain, to his feet. He brandished his sword with one had while the other stayed wrapped around his middle. "Let her go, Celena. It's me you want."
"That's right," she spat. Her sword pressed closer against Hitomi's neck; the hostage closed her eyes and tried to remain still. "If you want her to live, take your sword, and ram it through your heart."
Hitomi gasped, but Van didn't make a move--an appearance he was fighting very hard to maintain. Behind him, Allen and Jovey looked on in horror. "Even then, you wouldn't leave her," the king said quietly, his voice firm but laced with frustration.
Celena regarded him appreciatively. "Hm. You're right, of course." She shifted her hand over the sword hilt. "So you might as well watch."
Van charged, covering the space between them in a few long strides. Celena abandoned her captive for the fight; she grabbed Hitomi's wrist and flung her behind her, toward the roof's edge. Hitomi stumbled, sent off balance by the sudden movement. She spun, her feet tangling over each other, trying to regain her footing. She could hear swords clashing; the battle's sounds were swallowed then by shrieking wind. At last she'd regained some balance, and put her foot down to steady herself. She struck empty air.
Oh God….
Several voices called to her, but they were also dwarfed in volume by the crying, maddening sounds of the city far below. Her wide eyes saw only Van, his face contorted in a look of horror. She was falling. The wind beat against her back as if trying to support her without success. Her arms flailed, reaching for something or someone to hold onto. Van leapt at her, but he wasn't fast enough, and their hands never connected.
The king wasted not time; he jumped after her. His wings spread to their fullest, but already Hitomi could see that they had lost most of their volume. The feathers were shedding in bright clumps, flung to the breeze. Hitomi watched, her heart in her throat, as the wings separated, swirled, and disintegrated into dust.
"Van!" Oh God, please, this can't be happening. Van was still plummeting after her, now wingless. And in his face she saw fear like none he'd ever shown before. I'm going to hit first, some tiny, logical corner of her mind explained. He's going to watch me die. No--I can't die. The world was spinning around her, blurred streaks of gleaming steel and sun-stained blue. The wind and the city were rising to suffocate her. Van was reaching for her, even knowing he couldn't save them. Hitomi reached back, knowing the same. I can't die yet, not this way, her mind cried. Her fingers brushed Van's, and she twisted, clasping his hand tightly. I can't let Van die. Because I can't forget….
The skin of Hitomi's back began to tingle, and then burn. The pain that had building inside her began to rage, hot and violent, before erupting outward from her shoulder blades. She shrieked, uncomprehending of what was happening to her. And suddenly the wind ceased to howl, and the outlines of buildings sharpened. She wasn't falling. Van's hand in hers had become a weight as he dangled from her grip.
We…we're not falling. But…how? And then Hitomi's heart nearly stopped as she saw several pure white feathers drifting past her eyes.