Disclaimer: You know the drill. The American
rights go to Fox Kids, and Japanese rights belong to someone
else. Not me, I'm not making any prophit off of this. 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. It's hers. The song you saw
previously was called Silent Prayers. It's not the
whole thing, though. It's very cool and very dark. It's also very hers. So there's really no point in trying
to take it cuz she'll just get mad and chase after you with
her flamethrower or something.
A/N--The voice in my head wanted to write this one, but I wouldn't let it. I was in a bad mood and wanted to write it myself.
On a very dark note, I'm angry and frustrated and I'm depressed and I can't spell today because
I got in another fight with people who would rather remain anonymous, and my life's a mess. So, if I get all mad and start breakin stuff, you'll know why.
Also, I got a 79% on a test that I should have aced. Evil teacher rigged it. ::toarches math teacher, then pouts with Dilandau:: Sooo, you're all gonna have to put up with darkness and angst. Yippi. And Milton Academy can die and burn in hell, I dun wanna do the damn application. AARG! Maji mukatsuku. To anyone who wants me to shut up already: o mae shineyo.
Where am I? I was so tired, I know I fell
asleep, but where am I now? Was it all a dream? If it was, I
swear, I'll destroy the maker of the dream. But, it seemed
so real. I'm no longer sleepy, though, so I can open my
eyes....and if it was only a dream, I've nothing to worry
about.
Hitomi's eyes fluttered open, with much
resistance, as if they hadn't been used for years. She
yawned, and streached her arms to either side of her, taking
in her sorroundings. The bed she was on...her back pack
thrown carelessly against a wall...two moons streaming
through the open window, the only thing penetrating the inky
black night sky...and a teenage boy (or man?) slumped in a
chair beside the bed, obviously asleep. Perfectly
normal, perfectly beautiful.
"Wait a minute, two moons!? And a
bishounen sleeping here? Next to me!!" Gasped Hitomi
in a high pitched, girlish voice. Grinning madly, she bolted up in
the bed she was in, and tried her best to contain herself.
"Then I must really be dreaming after all!! Because
there's now way I can be on Gaea, next to an adorable bishounen, because only a while ago I tried
to...."
Hitomi blinked, and trailed off as it dawned
on her. Everything that had happened in the cource of...how
ever long...it all came rushing back. Gio, his gang, her
father and brother, the little red-wrist
incident...
"Oh, my God, what have I done??" She put on an utterly horrified face, and for the
first time in weeks, her mind cleared and it dawned upon her how stupid she had been. She felt slightly
nausiated at her own actions, and more than a bit faint. But, because she was too strong to be such a girly whimp,
and because she had nothing better to do, she moved past her own wrong-doings, and concentrated her
energy on finding the identity of the really hot guy sleeping next to the bed she was
in.
He seems familiar...she thought to herself, her mind muddled and confused I know I've seen him before..but...
Hitomi clenched her fists, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out in annoyance.
Pushing the covers aside, Hitomi eased her way out of the bed. She looked down at
herself, and was met by the appaling attire which would be more suitable for an American streat walker in
downtown Boston or Ghetto New York [quick note--not to offend anyone of those areas. Do not take
offence. Arigato] or maybe the bad areas of Tokyo. Not that of a respectable teenager, who got all A's on everything,
and was captin of the track team! The first thing I do when I figgure out what's going on here,
Hitomi thought to herself, Is get some better clothes.
Deciding that she would need new
clothes before she could find out what was going on, Hitomi skidded around the room, in search of a
closet or bathroom. With an extreme amount of luck, she found in a corner of the room a large wardrobe,
filled with old dresses and nightgowns, all of whose owners had died or gone away. Sifting through the
wardrobe, she realized that the clothes were all from Medieval England. Finally deciding on a pale-blue gown, she slipped out of her leather and into the dress, hoping the young man wouldn't awake as she
did so. In the wardrobe where she found the dress was a miror. Looking at the dress (which for some
reason fit her perfectly), she realized that it was probably something worn around of the time of Knights and Dragons. She laughed silently and halfheartedly. In Gaea, people still dressed like that. It was
slightly low cut, with long sleves that went to the end of her fingers. The bottom of the dress trailed quite
a ways on the floor, and made her look taller. On the middle of the dress was a tie-belt with a long, dangling bead at the bottom. With the chore
of getting something to wear out of the way, and luckily eaisly, she focused her attention elsewhere.
Silently, Hitomi tip-toed over to the sleeping figure. She surveyed him from a few feet away, but still she couldn't figgure out his identity.
If his hair was a little longer, he might have been Van. But, his hair is short...like the Dragon Slayer, Migel's hair. But ... still, he really looks like Van... Hitomi steped forward, and peered closer at the man.
"If only I could see his face..." she whispered. She bit one of her fingernails thoughtfully, and leaned closer still. She put her hand lightly on his chin so as to lift it up to see his face. But as she did this, the man yawned, and woke up.
The man, who Hitomi could now see was about nineteen or twenty, steached and blinked up at her. She gasped and stumbled away from him. He, leaping out of his chair, caught her just in time so she wouldn't trip over her long dress.
"You're awake," he informed her with a grin.
"You're Van!" She cried, her face full of surprise.
"Well, imagine that. I guess I am!" He laughed and huged her close to him.
"Van..." Hitomi breathed into his chest, as he was very tall and she was still very short. Peering into his face, she questioned, "How....?"
Van cut her question off short with a complement. He grined slyly down at her, and said, "You look nice in that dress."
"Van, I..." Hitomi blushed furiously. Looking away from his face, she replied, "Arigato, Van."
Unable to stop himself from teasing her, he bent his head a little and whispered into her ear, "I can imagine how nice you would look without the dress."
"Ge--Hentai!" Hitomi shoved Van away with the heels of her fists. She stormed to the other side of the room, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Henshu! I thought you were normal."
What'd I say wrong? Van thought to himself. I was just teasing her. She should know that by now! Nineteen years old and she still doesn't know anything... He shrugged, and asked Hitomi, "What were you doing cutting your wrists back there, Hitomi? You know you could kill yourself if you lost too much blood."
"Oh, really? You think so? Well, thanks for the science lesson, but I think I already graduated from fifth grade biology," she snapped back at him. "And I don't need anyone to look after me. Unless you're plaing on becomming my mother."
Why am I treating him this way? Hitomi's mind rheled with possible answers, but none seemed to fit. She didn't mean to be so hateful, but it was just comming out...
"Hey, don't be so touchy! You're acting like a spoiled brat, Hitomi. Why don't you just cut it out?" Van shot back, feeling hurt. He was only trying to help.
"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll just go back to earth and never come back! I'd much rather be there than here with you." With that, Hitomi spun around on her heals, and fled through the door. Van watched helplessly, and shook his head, confused.
"I am never going to be able to figgure that girl out..."
Hitomi sat on the balcony of an empty room in Van's castle. Braiding her long hair over her right shoulder, she pondered what had just happened.
"Uuiii...why am I such a jerk? All he was trying to do was make me feel better. He was just teasing me..." She knocked her fist into the side of her head and wiped the tears off her face. "I know he was just teasing about what he said, to make me feel better. And I bit his head off. Why am I acting like this?? Ano...."
"Hitomi?" A concerned voice asked slowly. Hitomi didn't even bother to look up to see who it was who had spoken.
"Merle..." she whispered, her voice shakey. "Merle, what's happening to me...."
"You okay?" The cat girl walked to Hitomi's side of the balcony, and sat down gracefully next to her. "Van-sama told me what happened...."
"Oh, Merle!" Hitomi flung her arms around Merle's neck and sobbed uncontrolably into her shoulder. "I don't know what's happening to me..."
Merle rubbed Hitomi's back, and patiently waited for her to stop crying. "Hiomi, it's okay...don't cry...."
For the second time that night, Hitomi brushed the tears off of her face, and looked sadly at the teenager who sat next to her. "I....why am I acting like this?"
"I dunno..." Merle grined and shruged. "But if you can't find an answer, you chould always blame it on PMS?"
For the first time in a long time, Hitomi smiled a real, true smile. "I suppose I could...it's an answer that any guy will accept without question."
"Of cource, it scares them," Merle told her with a look that clearly stated 'duh'. With a sigh, she continued, "You couldn't try that on Celena, though. You know she'd suspect something was up."
"Celena?"
Merle blinked at Hitomi. "Dilandau?"
"Oooh, Celena!" Hitomi nodded. "It's been so long...I guess I just forgot or something."
"Ha," Merle laughed dryly, and closed her eyes. "You meet her now and you'll never forget her."
"Van hates me now," Hitomi told her companion sadly. "He must. After all I said..."
"I wouldn't count on it...." Merle told her knowingly. At Hitomi's questioning look, she continued, "I think you should go talk to him...."
"Merle...?"
"You can find him on a balcony identical to this on the other side of the castle," Merle replied, eyes closed.
"A..ano....."
"Get going," Merle opened her eyes and frowned at Hitomi. "He's on in the East Wing. Go!"
"Merle, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're setting me up," Hitomi shook her head. "Ano...don't you still.."
"Like Van-sama?" Merle laughed again. "I got a real boyfriend."
Hitomi fell over.
"A...awhhaaa.....you did?"
"Yup!" Merle giggled. "I'll tell you all about him. After you talk to Van-sama."
Hitomi stood up and streached. "You win."
A/N: Wussap, mah children? Yeah, anyways, sorry for the wait. Um....I'm working on part 4, expect that sometime in April. I have a life, kids, I need to get back to it!!! ^___^ I won't have much time for the story, so...um...yeah. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the story. I actually am begining to enjoy writing these things now, and I've become adicted to all my happy (happy as in breaking things and screaming and eating the microphone and heavy metal kill things happy) music. That's good, right? Incubus (old Incubus, not new Incubus) and Everclear are awesome, and I luurrrve Linkin Park (specially "One Step Closer"). Yeah yeah yeah, I'm done ranting. Stay cool, yo! Baibai!! ^__^
(But then they died)