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~*Fallen Angels*~
~Namida No Sora~
On Earth
"Hitomi-chan, you're still here?"
She turned around to see Shuken standing near the benches, a short distance away from where Hitomi was standing, ready to run like she never ran before, for the finals that was a few weeks from now. She looked down at her watch; it was almost six thirty and the sun was sinking. "Oh, I didn't know."
Shuken smiled as she tossed Hitomi a towel. "No praw."
Hitomi caught the towel mid-air and wiped her sweat-streaked face. "Time passes by when you practice nice and hard," she said softly as she sat down on the bench and began to untie her running shoes silently.
"What's wrong, Hitomi?" she asked gently.
"Oh, nothin'."
"Don't lie," she scolded gently. "It has to do with Yukari, dosen't it?" When she saw Hitomi look at her wide-eyed, she shrugged callously. "It's not secret, really. No, she didn't tell me anything, but she wasn't the happiest camper in the world when I passed by her. She rammed into me, didn't say no sorry and stomped out like a bulldozer." She rolled her eyes. "I've seen better days, trust me."
"Yukari-chan is just...uncomfortable."
"At what? You being the greatest athlete and all?"
Hitomi didn't respond.
Shuken shrugged. "Don't worry, you don't have to tell me anything," she replied generously. "It ain't my business, anyways. So, you all pumped up for the coming track meet?" she asked, flicking something from her uniform tie and flipping her dark brown hair back.
Hitomi shrugged. "I don't know, really."
"Hmm...it's understandable....whoa!"
The wind suddenly blew, and Shuken's skirt started to fly along with the wind, making her hold it down. Some of Hitomi's belongings went flying, including a set of cards. Hitomi reached out, managing to catch her towel, her wristband and water bottle, but the cards scattered to the ground. The wind then stopped.
"Cards...what are they doing here?" Hitomi scowled.
Shuken leaned over. "Tarot cards...I never saw a set before...you were a reader before?" Hitomi nodded as she bent down to help her pick them up. "Funny...only three cards seemed to be faced over while the others are all facing down."
"Which cards are faced over, Shuken-chan?"
"The Dragon, the Tower and...the Ace of Cup."
Hitomi's eyes widened at the Dragon card. Shuken handed the three cards to Hitomi. When her fingers brushed over the Dragon card, she felt herself being pulled back into something. The colours seemed to have faded as she found herself in a battlefield.
Hitomi was now gasping. "No...no...no! Not again! Not again!" she cried.
Two large guymelfs were fighting, the swords drawn and clanking against each other. One was a dark guymelf, so dark, she thought it was pitch-dark as night. It had an evil presence surrounding it. The other guymelf was familiar...as if from a dream...
The dark guymelf slammed its sword at the side of the other one, causing it to shiver and groan, a sign that the mechanism was failing. She had seen this countless of times in Gaea, every time Van struck the enemy guymelf or one of the Dragonslayers. "Get out of the guymelf!" she shouted helplessly from where she stood.
A body slumped out from the mechanism, a young man her age with dark, raven hair. He fell like a wingless angel to the ground, with a loud thud. The dark guymelf retreated away from the barren battlefield littered with dead bodies, broken guymelfs and ripped banners.
Hitomi ran to the fallen soldier as his guymelf fell to the ground.
She was only a couple of meters away when the soldier turned over, his arms bleeding from the nips and tears that ran throughout his shirt. He was in tan pants, some boots and a long-sleeve blue-violet shirt, its draw strings pulled out to reveal a gold-chain necklace around his tanned and sweaty neck. He slowly turned so his eyes faced the sky, his voice whispering, "Hitomi."
Her eyes widened as she screamed a name...
The scene went blurry as she saw feathers. An angel perhaps?
"Is love stronger than fate?"
Hitomi blinked. Who said that?
"Believe in your ability, Hitomi. Believe."
"Is love stronger than fate?"
The dream slipped away, and she was kneeling before the bench, with Shuken gathering the remaining tarot cards. She looked up to see Hitomi's sweating face and asked, "Hitomi-chan? Are you alright? Hitomi? Hitomi!"
Light enveloped Hitomi's body and she disappeared.
On Gaea
"Your Majesty, is it wise to go on a guymelf?" the king asked as Van boarded a light-coloured guymeluf, inserting a Dragon's energist before entering the cockpit. The king looked indeed, slightly horrified at the scene; here was a Fanel boarding the legendary Escaflowne once again.
Van could still remember the day he commissioned Escaflowne. The reasons were sort of the same, only instead of seeking revenge, he was protecting the world he lived in. The people he knew and cared and governed. He could remember the tingling sensation when he entered Escaflowne for the first time, the tension Hitomi had when she watched him enter the cockpit.
Hitomi...
He glared down at the chubby and aging king of Asturia. "Yes."
"King Van, I do not think it is wise, you are still a boy after all---"
"King Van!"
They turned to see a young woman run towards them, dressed in the latest Asturian silks and dresses, her long, curly, blonde hair poised up in some sort of bun. She was extremely pretty; too pretty for Van's tastes. Besides, she was out of his league; after all, this was Princess Millerna. "Princess Millerna," he greeted demurely.
"Van, this is too bloody for you to enter! Please, don't!" she pleaded.
He shook his head. "I must," he replied. "The peace I helped is broken." The peace Hitomi and I helped bring upon from Lord Dornkirk and his idiotic bunch of Zaibach....
"That dosen't mean you must go fight!" she told him. "Allen said---"
"He said quite little, actually," he quipped as he prepared for take-off. He looked back at the striken Millerna and her father. "Leave me be. Save your breath. I will fight and you will not stop me. None of you can nor will."
"But Van!" she shouted. "What about Hitomi?"
That made him stop. Hitomi....He boosted the propellers. He wasn't gonna make anyone stop him. But the mention of the name made him melt backwards, into some sort of vision. So this is how she feels every time she has a vision, he thought as he found himself surrounded by screaming people from benches, watching some young girls running to a white line. He looked closely at the blonde girl who was in the lead; it was Hitomi.
Oh, how you've changed....
He lost the vision as he started to join forces with the other guymelfs, marching towards the shoreline and leaving the spot where Princess Millerna and her father stood.
"Your Majesty!"
Now what?! He turned his head carefully to the side to see another guymelf come up and flank beside him. He could see from under the faceguard the manly face of Allan Schezar. "Allan!" he called back. "So I see you will join the rest in battle!"
"Same here, Van," he replied. "Though you are a fool in doing so."
"Oh? Do enlighten me," Van said sardonically.
"Van, you're risking your life by doing this," he reasoned with a sigh.
Van flashed a glare at him. "Thank you for sharing," he replied tersely. "Apparently, that's all everyone else can say around here nowadays. It has to always deal with my safety, eh? Why didn't you tell me this years ago when I was battling against Zaibach? Tell me."
Allan said nothing.
"So I see," he said grimly. "I will battle. You will not stop me."
The coastline was up ahead, and already he could see the millions of guymelfs standing, anticipating the battle. Van was horrified at what he saw; the guymelfs were as dark as night, pitch black, each with a squiggly insignia on their right arm of their organization. They were like a hoarding locusts together, and their armour was very, very frightening. Van felt his blood drop and his stomach a pit of butterflies.
"Are you afraid now, Van?" Allan asked from his right.
"N-No," Van replied as calmly as he could.
The frontlines began to attack. Whatever Van was thinking, it was lost in the chaos of the battle. Van found himself striking wherever the dark guymelfs moved, which was so vaguely familiar as the ones that Zaibach once had. His vision was no longer focused as he battled.
Hitomi...
He could almost hear her in his thoughts, but it was so faint for im to really hear as the cries of battle was echoing in his brain like some endless waltz going around and around in his mind and outside his body. The sky was no longer blue but now a grayish-red. Every turn was fire or enemy.
The line had fallen.
I have to stop them, he thought as he pierced his sword through another.
"Van, behind you!"
Who was that? Hitomi?
No, it was Allan, shouting as he fought. Van turned around to see a guymelf charge towards him. He blocked the sword and then turned, aiming for the side. The combatant was good; he blocked every move. The bloody battle raged on as he continued to fight with whatever he got. His sword was thrown out of his hand and was pierced at the side by the enemy, the slam knocking out Van's senses.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Van cried.
The mechanism shivered and creaked; it was failing on him. "Dammit, Escaflowne, help me!" he asked. But it did not obey; the mehcanism continued to go haywire on as he tried to pull himself together and try to shut down the main engine on it. No success; it was still failing.
"Get out of the guymelf!" someone shouted. A girl.
It sounded like Hitomi, he thought. But it can't be, she's on the Mystic Moon again. The mechanism that was wrapped around his limbs began to nip at his arms and legs. He bit his lip; this was going to hurt a lot now if he didn't get off Escaflowne now.
"Dammit, Escaflowne," he muttered as he pressed a button that was on his left hand. The cockpit slowly opened and the grapplings let go of his thin body, leaving rips and tears on his shirt. His mind was too banged up and his vision was blurred that he simply slid down to the ground, too weak to do much of anything. He slammed onto the hard rock and gravel, feeling that his cheek was bruised.
He felt the guymelf retreat from the scene as Escaflowne slammed to the ground a few feet away from him. Dust billowed, making him choke and his eyes stinging even further. It was getting incredibly hot from the fires nearby and the scars he bore were now oozing with blood....
He heard footsteps coming. Shallow gasps. Help!
He struggled to roll around and face the sky and the helper. Thank God! he thought as he groaned, pulling himself to face the sky. The sky was ash gray and blood red. The battle was over, and they lost. He felt like crying out, but his voice couldn't let him.
Over his fallen body, he saw someone looming over. She was wearing peculiar clothing for someone in this area, and hair incredibly short for a girl from Gaea. She was in a tan skirt and a blouse too odd. Her hair was a honey-blonde that ran to the tips of her chin and eyes incredibly beautiful. In them, he recognized them so completely.
"Hitomi."
***What, so I need no mind game/
Move my piece right off the board/
Losing sure is easy/
So I am no more***
~Electrasy "Cosmic Castaway"
~End of Chapter~
I wasn't exactly the best at describing fight scenes, but anyways, read and review!!! ^^
~*Fallen Angels*~
~Namida No Sora~
On Earth
"Hitomi-chan, you're still here?"
She turned around to see Shuken standing near the benches, a short distance away from where Hitomi was standing, ready to run like she never ran before, for the finals that was a few weeks from now. She looked down at her watch; it was almost six thirty and the sun was sinking. "Oh, I didn't know."
Shuken smiled as she tossed Hitomi a towel. "No praw."
Hitomi caught the towel mid-air and wiped her sweat-streaked face. "Time passes by when you practice nice and hard," she said softly as she sat down on the bench and began to untie her running shoes silently.
"What's wrong, Hitomi?" she asked gently.
"Oh, nothin'."
"Don't lie," she scolded gently. "It has to do with Yukari, dosen't it?" When she saw Hitomi look at her wide-eyed, she shrugged callously. "It's not secret, really. No, she didn't tell me anything, but she wasn't the happiest camper in the world when I passed by her. She rammed into me, didn't say no sorry and stomped out like a bulldozer." She rolled her eyes. "I've seen better days, trust me."
"Yukari-chan is just...uncomfortable."
"At what? You being the greatest athlete and all?"
Hitomi didn't respond.
Shuken shrugged. "Don't worry, you don't have to tell me anything," she replied generously. "It ain't my business, anyways. So, you all pumped up for the coming track meet?" she asked, flicking something from her uniform tie and flipping her dark brown hair back.
Hitomi shrugged. "I don't know, really."
"Hmm...it's understandable....whoa!"
The wind suddenly blew, and Shuken's skirt started to fly along with the wind, making her hold it down. Some of Hitomi's belongings went flying, including a set of cards. Hitomi reached out, managing to catch her towel, her wristband and water bottle, but the cards scattered to the ground. The wind then stopped.
"Cards...what are they doing here?" Hitomi scowled.
Shuken leaned over. "Tarot cards...I never saw a set before...you were a reader before?" Hitomi nodded as she bent down to help her pick them up. "Funny...only three cards seemed to be faced over while the others are all facing down."
"Which cards are faced over, Shuken-chan?"
"The Dragon, the Tower and...the Ace of Cup."
Hitomi's eyes widened at the Dragon card. Shuken handed the three cards to Hitomi. When her fingers brushed over the Dragon card, she felt herself being pulled back into something. The colours seemed to have faded as she found herself in a battlefield.
Hitomi was now gasping. "No...no...no! Not again! Not again!" she cried.
Two large guymelfs were fighting, the swords drawn and clanking against each other. One was a dark guymelf, so dark, she thought it was pitch-dark as night. It had an evil presence surrounding it. The other guymelf was familiar...as if from a dream...
The dark guymelf slammed its sword at the side of the other one, causing it to shiver and groan, a sign that the mechanism was failing. She had seen this countless of times in Gaea, every time Van struck the enemy guymelf or one of the Dragonslayers. "Get out of the guymelf!" she shouted helplessly from where she stood.
A body slumped out from the mechanism, a young man her age with dark, raven hair. He fell like a wingless angel to the ground, with a loud thud. The dark guymelf retreated away from the barren battlefield littered with dead bodies, broken guymelfs and ripped banners.
Hitomi ran to the fallen soldier as his guymelf fell to the ground.
She was only a couple of meters away when the soldier turned over, his arms bleeding from the nips and tears that ran throughout his shirt. He was in tan pants, some boots and a long-sleeve blue-violet shirt, its draw strings pulled out to reveal a gold-chain necklace around his tanned and sweaty neck. He slowly turned so his eyes faced the sky, his voice whispering, "Hitomi."
Her eyes widened as she screamed a name...
The scene went blurry as she saw feathers. An angel perhaps?
"Is love stronger than fate?"
Hitomi blinked. Who said that?
"Believe in your ability, Hitomi. Believe."
"Is love stronger than fate?"
The dream slipped away, and she was kneeling before the bench, with Shuken gathering the remaining tarot cards. She looked up to see Hitomi's sweating face and asked, "Hitomi-chan? Are you alright? Hitomi? Hitomi!"
Light enveloped Hitomi's body and she disappeared.
On Gaea
"Your Majesty, is it wise to go on a guymelf?" the king asked as Van boarded a light-coloured guymeluf, inserting a Dragon's energist before entering the cockpit. The king looked indeed, slightly horrified at the scene; here was a Fanel boarding the legendary Escaflowne once again.
Van could still remember the day he commissioned Escaflowne. The reasons were sort of the same, only instead of seeking revenge, he was protecting the world he lived in. The people he knew and cared and governed. He could remember the tingling sensation when he entered Escaflowne for the first time, the tension Hitomi had when she watched him enter the cockpit.
Hitomi...
He glared down at the chubby and aging king of Asturia. "Yes."
"King Van, I do not think it is wise, you are still a boy after all---"
"King Van!"
They turned to see a young woman run towards them, dressed in the latest Asturian silks and dresses, her long, curly, blonde hair poised up in some sort of bun. She was extremely pretty; too pretty for Van's tastes. Besides, she was out of his league; after all, this was Princess Millerna. "Princess Millerna," he greeted demurely.
"Van, this is too bloody for you to enter! Please, don't!" she pleaded.
He shook his head. "I must," he replied. "The peace I helped is broken." The peace Hitomi and I helped bring upon from Lord Dornkirk and his idiotic bunch of Zaibach....
"That dosen't mean you must go fight!" she told him. "Allen said---"
"He said quite little, actually," he quipped as he prepared for take-off. He looked back at the striken Millerna and her father. "Leave me be. Save your breath. I will fight and you will not stop me. None of you can nor will."
"But Van!" she shouted. "What about Hitomi?"
That made him stop. Hitomi....He boosted the propellers. He wasn't gonna make anyone stop him. But the mention of the name made him melt backwards, into some sort of vision. So this is how she feels every time she has a vision, he thought as he found himself surrounded by screaming people from benches, watching some young girls running to a white line. He looked closely at the blonde girl who was in the lead; it was Hitomi.
Oh, how you've changed....
He lost the vision as he started to join forces with the other guymelfs, marching towards the shoreline and leaving the spot where Princess Millerna and her father stood.
"Your Majesty!"
Now what?! He turned his head carefully to the side to see another guymelf come up and flank beside him. He could see from under the faceguard the manly face of Allan Schezar. "Allan!" he called back. "So I see you will join the rest in battle!"
"Same here, Van," he replied. "Though you are a fool in doing so."
"Oh? Do enlighten me," Van said sardonically.
"Van, you're risking your life by doing this," he reasoned with a sigh.
Van flashed a glare at him. "Thank you for sharing," he replied tersely. "Apparently, that's all everyone else can say around here nowadays. It has to always deal with my safety, eh? Why didn't you tell me this years ago when I was battling against Zaibach? Tell me."
Allan said nothing.
"So I see," he said grimly. "I will battle. You will not stop me."
The coastline was up ahead, and already he could see the millions of guymelfs standing, anticipating the battle. Van was horrified at what he saw; the guymelfs were as dark as night, pitch black, each with a squiggly insignia on their right arm of their organization. They were like a hoarding locusts together, and their armour was very, very frightening. Van felt his blood drop and his stomach a pit of butterflies.
"Are you afraid now, Van?" Allan asked from his right.
"N-No," Van replied as calmly as he could.
The frontlines began to attack. Whatever Van was thinking, it was lost in the chaos of the battle. Van found himself striking wherever the dark guymelfs moved, which was so vaguely familiar as the ones that Zaibach once had. His vision was no longer focused as he battled.
Hitomi...
He could almost hear her in his thoughts, but it was so faint for im to really hear as the cries of battle was echoing in his brain like some endless waltz going around and around in his mind and outside his body. The sky was no longer blue but now a grayish-red. Every turn was fire or enemy.
The line had fallen.
I have to stop them, he thought as he pierced his sword through another.
"Van, behind you!"
Who was that? Hitomi?
No, it was Allan, shouting as he fought. Van turned around to see a guymelf charge towards him. He blocked the sword and then turned, aiming for the side. The combatant was good; he blocked every move. The bloody battle raged on as he continued to fight with whatever he got. His sword was thrown out of his hand and was pierced at the side by the enemy, the slam knocking out Van's senses.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Van cried.
The mechanism shivered and creaked; it was failing on him. "Dammit, Escaflowne, help me!" he asked. But it did not obey; the mehcanism continued to go haywire on as he tried to pull himself together and try to shut down the main engine on it. No success; it was still failing.
"Get out of the guymelf!" someone shouted. A girl.
It sounded like Hitomi, he thought. But it can't be, she's on the Mystic Moon again. The mechanism that was wrapped around his limbs began to nip at his arms and legs. He bit his lip; this was going to hurt a lot now if he didn't get off Escaflowne now.
"Dammit, Escaflowne," he muttered as he pressed a button that was on his left hand. The cockpit slowly opened and the grapplings let go of his thin body, leaving rips and tears on his shirt. His mind was too banged up and his vision was blurred that he simply slid down to the ground, too weak to do much of anything. He slammed onto the hard rock and gravel, feeling that his cheek was bruised.
He felt the guymelf retreat from the scene as Escaflowne slammed to the ground a few feet away from him. Dust billowed, making him choke and his eyes stinging even further. It was getting incredibly hot from the fires nearby and the scars he bore were now oozing with blood....
He heard footsteps coming. Shallow gasps. Help!
He struggled to roll around and face the sky and the helper. Thank God! he thought as he groaned, pulling himself to face the sky. The sky was ash gray and blood red. The battle was over, and they lost. He felt like crying out, but his voice couldn't let him.
Over his fallen body, he saw someone looming over. She was wearing peculiar clothing for someone in this area, and hair incredibly short for a girl from Gaea. She was in a tan skirt and a blouse too odd. Her hair was a honey-blonde that ran to the tips of her chin and eyes incredibly beautiful. In them, he recognized them so completely.
"Hitomi."
***What, so I need no mind game/
Move my piece right off the board/
Losing sure is easy/
So I am no more***
~Electrasy "Cosmic Castaway"
~End of Chapter~
I wasn't exactly the best at describing fight scenes, but anyways, read and review!!! ^^
