01/03/15
Perhaps: I will
She stirred in her slumber, her hands outstretched in the dream-darkness searching for light. Her fingers twitched in a sudden recoil as she brushed against something. Pressing herself closer to the object she learned by feel it was a table of some sort. The cool wood rubbed under her hand as she let her other pass through the air in search of anything else to keep her oriented in the dark. Hitomi stood standing in the dark, one hand leaning on the table the other outstretched in a search. He pressed himself up against the wall, inching his way slowly to her lithe form. His whole body itched for the feeling of her, everything ached for the feeling of her touch and taste. Again Hitomi was the viewer, watching herself in the dark room. Her green eyes peered downwards watching her dream-self search.
He advanced again, this time wrapping her arms around her waist pulling her to him in a comforting embrace, "I missed you" he whispered. The dream woman smiled in the dark reaching a hand behind her to his face. Hitomi turned in the shelter of his arms until she was facing him. "What if we get caught doing this?" She questioned pushing him to move backwards. "We won't" He obliged her by slowly stepping backwards his hands still on her hips pulling her with him. "Do I have your word on that Van Fanel?" She gave him a shove. Van fell back onto the bed with Hitomi kneeling over his hips, and remained silent. "Perhaps I should leave then?" It came out more as a question then a statement. "no" he groaned placing his hands on her hips again, insuring her continued company.
"Hitomi...I...I want..." The delectable phrase the woman hung on was squashed in a blatant act of cruelty. Struggling from the vestiges of sleep she opened her eyes with glaring contempt. "What?...oh..." Her hash reprimand died in her throat as she focused her green eyes on those of Yukari Uchida's. There wasn't a sound for a long moment as her best friend stared her up and down. "You went back." She murmured gazing at the ballroom gown her friend was clad in. The blond girl could only bow her head in shameful guilt, nodding she fiddled with her hands in her lap. "I...he...they...yes. I'm sorry." Hitomi couldn't bare to look up into her eyes. She knew the accusing glare was waiting for her. Yukari had never heard the whole story, just fragmented ideas and names, enough to draw her own conclusions.
Hitomi tugged on the skirt of the gown looking downcast, "he called me one night." She turned her head upwards in caution wondering if Yukari was really ready to hear the whole story. Her friend sat on the bed heavily with a sight before nudging her gently to continue. "Ever since I've gotten back we've had this...this bond." she paused turning her body to face the other. "After awhile it became weaker and weaker, until finally I couldn't feel him anymore." a moment of silence followed, "do you remember that party? The one when you got drunk?" Yukari nodded a faint blush on her cheeks, "I remember watching you, with Amano. When he held you and carried you up to your dorm. And how he stayed the whole night with you even though it was against the rules. When I got home that night I couldn't sleep, I just laid here staring up at the ceiling. I wanted what you had so bad. That night I pulled out my tarot cards for the first time in ages. Sometime through the reading I feel asleep." She looked wistful as she stared out blankly into the room. "I...I had this dream." Hitomi narrowed her eyes in recollection, "He was there...and...and he called to me. So I went to him...we hugged and I cried, he'd changed so much in the five years. And then we...we..."
Yukari leaned forwards, her hands on Hitomi's urging her forward in her story, "You what? Kissed? Well?" She watched with a smile as Hitomi tucked her chin to her chest trying to hide the blush. "Oh my god! You did, didn't you?" Yukari was absolutely hysterical over this sudden turn of events. "Are you sure this wasn't just all a dream?" Hitomi shook her head vigorously, "I have this dress right? And other things too...I know it wasn't a dream. I'm sure of it." Her green eyes were brimmed with tears as she looked upwards. "He wants me to go back. And this time stay for good. And we talked about it, all night one night...and and, and he wants...and I want..." She was babbling and she knew it. "I just want to be happy..." the wistful look returned as she slumped against Yukari. "Are...are you sure you can go back?" Against her sobs she released a muffled yes. "If that's what you want, I'll help you pack." Yukari smiled down at her friend nudging her to stand.
Hitomi stood in the center of her empty dorm room. Although it taken the better part of a week all her loose ends had been tied up. Her life savings and all her financial wealth had been given to Yukari to watch over should Hitomi ever come back. All her furniture had been sent home to her mother. She'd gone personally with the furniture to explain to her mother what she could about her sudden departure. In her knowing paternal ways she'd smiled and nodded and promised to be happy. Nothing nagged on her conscience as she stood with her bag over her shoulder, "good-bye" she whispered faintly.
