Disclaimer: I didn't own them yesterday, so what makes you think I might own them today? The American rights go to Fox Kids, and Japanese rights belong to someone else. Okey? Not me. Oh, and also, I don't own the CD "Disturbing Faerie Tales", it was (and still is) Queo's. She wrote it, she sang it, she invented it. The song you saw previously was called Lost, what you saw was not the whole thing, though. It was really cool, you'd have to listen to it on the CD she recorded, there's a guitar solo and everything. Sometimes she sort of sounds like Alanis Morrisette, only a lot scarier and more...I dunno, dark and intense. The one you see here is called Silent Prayers. It's hers. So there's really no point in trying to take it cuz she'll just get mad and bite your head off.
A/N--Once again, the little voice in my head wrote this, not me. The evil voice that said "Make Hitomi weird and suicidal...Make Van be some crazy teenager with not cares what so ever even though he is the king of Fanelia..." Actually, it was tough writing what the voice was saying, because this was done in HTML script and we all know how confusing it is to write in HTML. If you still don't believe me, go write your own HTML script and then come back to see me. Yes, I am in a very bad mood today because I got in a big fight with Queo and now she hates me. Doesn't life seem to always work out like that? Oh, well, at least I'm still best buds with Icy....Intherma and Sis I don't know about....oh, I didn't tell y'all (because none of you care) but that's too bad I'm gonna tell you anyways: Sis is moving to Ohio (why Ohio? No idea what so ever) and Intherma is moving to Maine. Why are they both moving at the same time? It's ironic that it worked out like this, but their dads both got transferred at the exact same time. Creepy, huh? Oh, am I rambling again? Sorry....I'll try not to...Well, go have fun and read...
Van, Merle and Serena fell to the ground, smashing into it with a large THUMP. Merle was first to get up, and, as usual, first to complain.
"OW!! What just hapened? Where are we? Why aren't we in the court yard of the Fanelian Castle? Van, why are you staring like that? Why don't you answer me? Hello?" Merle babbled on, if only to hear the sound of her own voice. Van, on the other hand, was staring, horrified, at something at the other end of the field. He seemed to be frozen in time, but, no sooner had Merle and Celena made this assumption, he was on his feet and tearing across the field like a mad man, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"HITOMI!!! HITOMI, DON'T DO THAT!!!!" He roared at a silent figure sitting huddled in the dark. He flung himself at the figgure, obviously Hitomi, trying to knock the object out of her hands. Throwing his arms around her, he cried, bewildered, "Oh, my God, Hitomi, what are you doing???"
The figgure, a girl with raven black hair climbing down her back like a vine, struggled in vain to get out of his strong grasp.
"No, let go of me!" She sobbed, the object she was holding in her small, pale hands fell to the ground without a sound. She pushed at his shoulders to get him to back away, but when he wouldn't, she smashed a hard, balled up fist straight into his nose. There was a sickening crunch as the cartilage broke, and the warm fluids flowed out. She screamed at him, "LET ME GO! You can't kill me like you killed my father and my brother! I won't let you hurt me! You can't touch me!!"
Celena, completly bewildered by now, whispered to Merle, "What's she talking about?"
Merle shrugged. "I dunno, but she doesn't seem to, either."
Mean while, Van was wondering the same thing. Trying to ignore the burning pain in his nose, he grabbed her wrists to get her to stop thrashing. What he saw made him weak with disbelief. He whispered into her ear, tears streaming down his face, to match the ones on hers, "Why, Hitomi? Why'd you do it?"
Her eyes were cloudy, and unseeing. But, looking up at him, her eyes cleared a ephemeral moment, and she whispered, "Van?"
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she crumpled like a limp child against his chest.
"Merle! Celena! Quick, help me!" He called to the others. They raced over, and he Merle held out the pendant.
"What's wrong with her, Van-Sama?" The little-girl worry saturated her voice.
"Give me the pendant, Merle, she needs to see a doctor." Van, eyes cold, reached out for the necklace. As he touched it, the pink spiral shot up into the sky, enveloping the three, and carrying them to another world....
As Hitomi regained consciousness, she found herself spinning though some strange paranormal dimension, in a dream-like state. All around her, she saw faces of her past. Yukari, Amano, and other loyal friends she had lost over the last year. Her mother's worried face danced infront of Hitomi's eyes...her grandmother, her track team. Then, faces which she had not seen for two years. Van...Merle...Allan...Milerna...Dryden....friends she had faught beside, and were gone to her for ever.
Is this what death is like? Faces? Remembrance? Or am I only in a state of shock, maybe in a coma due to blood loss? Have I made up for my faults? Or am I destined to spend eternity completing unfinished business?
Eight more faces pased by her. Three were dark and scarred. One cruel and ugly. One more was young, provocative, and very hot, but horrible deceitful. Two were familiar, and sympathetic. But they were so sad, full of sorrow and regret....The final face was that of pure evil, scared, blemished, and satanic. Six of the faces surrounded the two Hitomi recognized. Closing in, they surrounded the friendly faces. The faces she knew. The faces of her brother and father.
"Hitomi," called the face of her father, "How could you let this happen...."
"Hitomi, it's too late..." The voice of her brother. "You will never be able to right the wrongs you forced upon us...."
A swirling white gas-like liquid danced around Hitomi's throat, and stole her breath from her lungs. She felt her stregnth leaving her body. She gasped for air, but all that came was the gas, filling her lungs, depriving her from oxygen, killing her from inside out. From somewhere, she heard her CD playing the next track...
Through the years,
With no one to catch them,
No one to curb the fears
Drifting in and out,
Never find a place,
A space,
A life to live
Silent prayers is all that's left
Silent prayers to stop the tears
Silent prayers to curb the fears
Silent preayers...
And though they're silent,
Someone hears
So it's not that bad after all...
Van sat on a chair next to the Castle's hospital wing bed, which was currently occupied by a small, thin girlish figure. He gazed at her, worried, pondering what had happened. This poor sweet girl, no more than a child when he first met her, had done something horrible and unimaginable to herself. Something that made him want to cry, to scream, to break something. He took one of her bandaged hands into his. He closed his eyes and hung his head. It had been three days now, and still she hadn't woken up. She showed no signs of life, save for her slow heart beat, which Sister John Robberts, the Castle's resident doctor and nun who had appeared from the Mystic Moon some time ago and felt that she was better needed here than home, said was a very bad sign, and that Hitomi probably wouldn't pull through.
"C'mon, Hitomi," He whispered, "You've got to pull through. You can't leave me, not again."
"I told you you shouldn't come in here," a voice from behind scolded. Van, feeling very much like a naughty school boy caught doing something he shouldn't be, spun arround to see none other than Sister John Roberts, the strict, sixty year old doctor, former nun, and sincere control freak. Van, defiently, refused to drop Hitomi's hand. The sister glowered, and continued, "If you want her to get better, you have to give her some rest. You've been comming here every time I've left, haven't you? Uh, you bad, bad king."
Van looked at her in shock, and annoyance. "Are you allowed to tell me that?"
"As a messanger of God, the only decent medical personel in this whole God forsaken place, and an American, I'm allowed to tell you anything I damn well please." She put on a face which clearly stated, 'I'm incharge, what do you wanna do about it', and frowned, "Well? Have you been?"
Van pouted, but nodded to confirm her suspicions.
"Well, I suppose since you're here already, and I need to help another patient in the east wing of the castle, you can take over," She sighed, fixed her nun gear [the face/hat thingy] and grumbled about something or another. Handing Van a piece of paper and a cloth smelling of camphor and spice, she told him, "This is a list of everything you'll need to do to make her better. I seriously doubt that you can handle taking responsibility of another human being, so if she doesn't wake up I'll know who to blame. And this, this is a cloth that has a special medicine in it which will keep her from breaking into a feaver."
Van nodded, and replied, "Don't be rude, rude messangers of God are liable to get themselfs dismised."
"Humph. Then see if your little friend pulls out of it. Really, I don't know what you people, if that's what you call yourselvs, would do with out me. If you weren't the King, I'd really like to introduce you to my ruler." She scowled. Shaking her fist at him and starting for the door, she told him, "If there is any change in her condition, for better or for worse, send a messanger with word. I want to know right away, so I can get on with the medical procedure."
With that final note, she left the room. Van looked back at Hitomi's pale face. It was splattered with dried blood, and black makeup. He placed the cloth Sister John Robberts gave to him over her forhead, and stood up. He walked slowly to the other side of the room, where a basin of water was located. Picking up the face cloth which was on the saucer next to it, he dipped it into the water. Van wrung the cloth until it was only slightly damp, then made his way back to Hitomi's motionless form. He then proceded in wiping the substance off her face. All the makeup and blood was off her face, when...
"I'm sorry, father." Hitomi whispered, eyes still closed. Van peered at her, confused. "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't want for it to happen."
"Hitomi?" Van put his hand on her shoulder, shaking it gently. Atleast he knew she was alive. "Hitomi, can you hear me?"
"But I trusted Gio, I really did. He was so nice to me, but I should have taken your advice." Hitomi yawned, and shivered. "But why did you follow me to the party? And when I left with Gio, why did you follow me? What made you come down the ally after me? How did you know he was part of that gang?"
"Hitomi, please snap out of it." Van was feeling very confused by now. "What are you talking about? Who's Gio?"
"But why did you have to take the bullet for me, brother? Why couldn't you let me take care of myself?" She turned on her side so she was fully facing Van. A lock of black hair fell over the front of her face. "You know I could have taken them if I needed to. Father, why did you have to try to fight them off? You know you'd just..."
She yawned again, looking very much like a small child. Van pushed the piece of hair out of her face, placing it behind her ear. He pouted at her, and whined at her, "Hitomi, wake up. It's Van. Because I am the King of Fanelia, I command you to wake up and you can't say no because I'm the king and no one can diobey me. So ha."
Hitomi yawned again. "But now I'm so sleepy, father. Brother, I think I will take a little nap..."
"Didn't you hear me, Hitomi?" Van sulked, "I'm the king of Fanelia so what I say goes or you might get yourself thrown into the dungeon with that annoying nun."
But, Hitomi's eyes stayed closed.
Oh, yeah, I'm so cool, lookey, I got up part two!!!! ::is extremly pleased and burns everything in sight:: Just wait, Celena's gonna have a biiiiiig part in the story veeeery soon! And we might even get a little bit of Dilly in here!!!!!
Little Voice In My Head: No, Dilandau can't be in the story. It has to be some strange, very dark fic in which everyone dies or kills themselfs. I am the voice in your head so you can't say no.
Me: I can do anything I want, I'm not under you influence anymore. ::sticks tongue out:: I even wrote the story while listening to the song "Cat's Delicacy", not to your dumb SlipKnot, Korn, and other suicidal bands. So nyah. ::turns back to the readers:: Yep, this story is going to get lighter and lighter, then it's gonna go blah and get scary and dark. ::cackles evily:: Oh, I didn't tell everyone yet, did I? I should probably change the first author's note, but I'm too lazy to do that so I'm just gonna tell you here. Queo and I aren't in a fight any more!!! ::is surprised at the fact that absolutly no one cares:: Well, fine, see if I care if you don't care about my sad, and very borring social life. But at least some of you do...::waves madly to Dragon Star, who is burning things with the blow torch Sakira gave as a gift::...hehe....okay, I'm gonna go now. Ja!