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The air was humid outside and the stars seemed to shine brighter. If she hadn't been so busy fighting for the last two hours she might have noticed them.

*clash*

The swords hit against each other. She spined, holding her sword with both her hands and directing it towards his chest. He easily blocked it.

She went forward at him, leaning in as she did so, yet keeping her feet firmly on the ground where she stood. He blocked again.

Her sword came up and then down with a strong thrust. She repeated that same move over and over, making him step back against the wall. Just when she though she had him, she leaned in to stab him but he quickly moved out of the way, sending her flying into the wall with her own weight.

She felt a strong thrust come down on her sword and she felt it slip out of her hands. She tried to keep her grip on it, but she failed. An arm then came around her neck and she felt something poke her in her back, somewhere around the kidneys. They both stood there like that for a while until her breathing calmed down a bit. She felt his arms loosen around her neck and then he completely backed away and moved to another side of the room. She bent over and placed her hands on her knees to try and catch her breath. She didn't know how long she had been fighting for.

"You let your own weight betray you," he said to her. She didn't reply, she just kept on breathing. Serena didn't like losing fights against her brother, but then again... she had never won.

She lifted her head to look at him standing in front of her - he hadn't even broken a sweat. She stood up straight and stared at him for a while. Her breathing was still a bit hard and she felt drops of sweat coming down her neck. He just looked back at her and smiled.

"I'm impressed," he said. "You almost had me against the wall."

Serena lowered her head, "That's not good enough." She waited for Allen to respond and maybe comfort her defeat, but he didn't. She began to hear a soft noise of something rustling and she looked over at him in curiosity, but it was only the noise of him putting his coat and gloves on.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Usually, they would fight another two rounds. She waited for a while for Allen to respond, but he didn't, so she began to ask again, "Allen..."

"I heard you," he interrupted. He paused to get his remaining glove on. "Serena," he continued "the reason why Dryden was here the other night was to tell me that I have been reassigned at Castelo Fort."

Serena's head shot up at those words. Asturia was the only home she'd ever known. In Asturia were the only friends she'd ever had (more like friend, Millerna was the only "high-life" person who didn't give her strange looks when she passed by). So many things flashed through her mind at that instant, but she realized she didn't really have a choice, she had to follow him wherever he went, she couldn't be selfish when it came to him. He would take care of her no matter what.

"I'll go," she said softly. "I won't have to wear a dress there half the time."

Allen laughed at that, "No, you wouldn't."

"Good," she whispered. She turned her head towards the big window in the sparring room. She noticed now that it looked wet outside and that the stars seemed brighter. She walked over to the window, as if being drawn there by something almost more powerful than her. She looked out at the city of Palas and from where she was she could see that the outermost part of the city was almost fully rebuilt.

"Why was it destroyed?" she asked Allen who was now sitting on a chair near the door while putting the swords they had used into their covers. The question didn't seem to surprise him, as he continued his labour without interruption to it.

"Zaibach's army attacked," he responded.

"Oh! Yes, I'd forgotten you'd told me that before."

There was a long silence after that, and the air around her suddenly turned cold as the breeze from outside came through the window. Allen hadn't bothered to look at her since the fight had finished... or maybe before that. The room didn't feel comfortable anymore.

"Allen, if you don't mind, I think I'll go and rest now. I'm awfully tired."

"As you should be. The fight was long." He got up from the chair and began to walk out of the room, leaving her alone to put the swords away. "Good night," he said to her as he left and closed the door a bit.

Serena looked out at the window again. She thought she had seen something blue in the skies... She walked closer toward the window to see if she could see that flashing light again, but she didn't. She sighed then, thinking about her brothers response to her question.

"I know you're lying to me about something," she said, meaning to say it to herself only, however, Allen was standing right outside the door and she had said it loud enough for him to hear. He put his head down and looked at the ground in shame.

What kind of person would lie to his sister? A sister that had been missing for ten years. He had never told Serena about her mysterious past, the one he knew she pondered about often. He felt terrible about it, but how could he tell her? How could he say to her 'YOU destroyed the city of Palas' 'YOU killed hundreds of people' 'YOU were treated like an animal, like a nobody, for the sake of a mans thirst for control?' How could he say to her that no matter what kind of brave knight his reputation said about him, his worst fear was still her? The fear of not knowing whether or not she will stay like Serena for the rest of the day. He couldn't do that. Anyone in his position would do the same; anyone who'd ever loved anyone as much as he loved her would have asked everyone he knew to not mention anything about Serena's "involvement" in the great war.

"I'm sorry, Serena," he whispered to himself and began to walk away from the door. He had to go discuss something with Dryden. She, on the other hand, didn't hear him apologize to her. She was busy looking out at the night sky, once again, something blue had caught her attention.

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When sunrise came, the streets of Fanelia were already busy with people wanting to get to their posts in the market or with others who went out of their daily routine of spreading the daily gossip to tell everyone they knew about the blue light. Many, after hearing it recalled the warm afternoon, about two years ago, when all the fanelian people saw a blue light drop from the skies into the groves of the fanelian forest. Some watched in amazement, some waved good bye, and others yelled out thank you's as Hitomi, known as the girl from the Mystic Moon, was taken back to her planet.

Now, almost two years later on a rainy night, only some saw that same light appear from the skies once again, however, this time, while the rest of the country was sleeping.

"No! You're lying!" a fat lady in the market said in disbelief to another.

"Me? Lie? Bight your tongue! My Lihan told me so!" the other one responded.

The day, would indeed be a long one, especially for the guards in Fanelia Castle's gate who had to keep many people from trying to go in to ask anyone if the rumours of the light were true.

*BANG*

Van's fist hit the table with a fury. "Hitomi will stay in Fanelia, under Fanelia's care as a guest. I don't care if the people are upset or afraid!"

"Sire," Leo said patiently "you have to understand why they're upset. Sure, they thank the girl for the help she gave Fanelia during the great war but that doesn't mean they want the girl..."

"She did play a big part in saving Gaea," Kioyi interrupted, choosing his words more carefully than Leo had, "and in saving Fanelia, for that matter, by saving your life so many times during the war as many of us have heard countless times, and for it we will be forever grateful to the girl..."

"Hitomi," Van interrupted sharply "her name is Hitomi."

"However, " Kioyi continued, paying no attention to Van "the war did start when she arrived and it ended a short time before she left. We know that it wasn't because of her that the war started, but not all the people in Fanelia do. We also know that there is no threat of another war with Zaibach, and yet again, the people don't. I, personally, will see to it that the people are correctly informed about the great war and as to how and why it started, but, I don't suggest that we let therumours about her coming back become facts."

Van stayed silent for a while, looking into Kioyi's eyes. He trusted the man. "Thank you," he finally said to Kioyi. "Now, this meeting is over." Van slowly began to get up from his chair when Leo spoke up,"One more thing," he said "Egzardia... the date for the meeting has been set."

Van's expression was obviously that of annoyance. "This meeting, is over," he repeated, looking directly into Leo's eyes with a menacing expression.

He walked out of the room and closed the door. He went down a couple of hallways and up a few stairs to the room where Hitomi was being taken care of. When he turned the last corner, a serving lady accidentally bumped into him with a pile of heavy pillows in her hands.

"Sorry, your highness."

"It's alright," he said kindly to her despite the rage he was still feeling from his meeting with the high council. "How is she doing?"

"The lady is still sleeping, Van-sama. The fever went down a little a couple of hours ago."

"Thank you," Van replied. The serving lady bowed and walked away with the pillows. Van walked into the empty room where Hitomi layed in a single bed, face down. He looked at her sleeping, breathing softly; her breath going at the same pace his heart was. Her hair seemed to have grown a bit, but there wasn't really a big difference in it, except for some lighter streaks she seemed to have grown in. She was obviously taller and she seemed so much more grown up. One of her bare legs dangled off the side of the bed and he could see the marks of the now semi-healed cuts on them.

"Master Van," some one said from behind him.

"Yes, Merle?" He didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing to me. Here, make yourself useful and hold these for me," she said as she threw three pillows at him, similar to the ones the serving lady had been holding. Merle walked over to Hitomi and lifted something off her back. Van hadn't even noticed it before but Hitomi's back had been covered by one of those heavy pillows. He also noticed that the one that came off Hitomi's back was wet.

"What's that for?"

"She was severely coughing last night, so Mae said to give her 'the' treatment," Merle lifted an eyebrow while saying that.

"Oh," Van said. He had absolutely no idea of what Merle was talking about, but then again, she didn't know what she was talking about either, she was jus repeating what Mae had told her.

Hitomi's body shivered and Merle quickly put one of the pillows Van was holding on Hitomi's back. She took the bowl that was on the floor besides Hitomi's bed and began to pour the blueish liquid in it onto the pillow.

"Now what?" Van asked.

"Now you take this soaked one to Mae. She's downstairs in the cleaning room," Merle was purposely teasing him. She knew he didn't want to leave Hitomi. Van smiled at her and walked out of the room with the soaked pillow Hitomi had on her back when he had come into her room earlier. When he was out of the room, Merle put Hitomi's dangling leg inside the covers. The wounds looked like they were healing alright. She took some of the liquid from the bowl with her finger and then she put the liquid on her finger on Hitomi's wounds. Hitomi's leg stiffened for a while out of pain. Merle couldn't wait until she woke up, she had so many things to tell her, so many thinks to ask, and possibly, many things to answer. But for now, she'd have to take care of her until she woke up; and take good care of her, or else Master Van would kill her.

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The day had passed by slowly and with little excitement around the house. The most of what had been going on was Allen's Crusade crew who had come from Castelo Fort to pack up the belongings that they would take with them there. She had met Gadeth and Oruto before, but not the other ones. They scared her. She had tried making conversation with a few of them, but they would all turn their heads from her, or look at her with a bit of fear in their eyes. She knew they were trying to hide it, yet, for some unbeknown reason, she just knew it was there. There were so many things she knew now about people's fears, their anxieties, their nightmares. He had, unconsciously maybe, begun to teach her that when her dreams would have some other boys in it. They would be dressed in an outfit like his, yet their ranks were made quite clear. He was the general, their lord, and them, his soldiers. Their figures were but mists, fifteen mists in total, and he would yell at all fifteen of them. None of them would say a word, they never did. Not even when he hit them. That's how she began to learn from him the fear of people.

Although he was in every dream she had ever had in the past three weeks, they had still never spoken to each other, but they knew they were there. They would both gaze into each others eyes sometimes, and he would smile at her sending chills down her spine. Making her almost want to puke with fright, but she couldn't reject him in anyway. No matter how hard she tried, she felt as if she could not reject something that was a part of her.

She decided to go to a room, one that was completely empty except for a chair in a corner. She sat there looking out through a far window in the room at the suns reflection as it went down. It would soon be time for her to start getting tired, and she would go to her brother and tell him that she was tired and would go to bed. He'd say good night to her and kiss her on her forehead and maybe walk her to her bedroom door... something he had not done in a while. She would put on her sleeping gown and curl up under the covers and stare at something until her eyes began to feel heavy. Then she would close them and hope for a sweet dream, when all she knew she would get was another moment with him. Him, that boy with whom she felt she had so much in common and yet nothing at all with besides the pale skin and colour of their hair. She would have a dream tonight, and they would stare at each other for a while after she appeared in a battle field drenched in blood. And after they had finished staring, he would teach her something new. All this would happen after the sun went down and the stars shined out in the sky. Then, after her dream, she would get up from her bed and go to Rampant Port, from where she would leave Palas to accompany her bother. The brother who seemed to drift farther and father away from her with each passing night; each passing dream with her albino general. The on with red eyes, and a scar on his face.

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No light shined in through the windows were they were. In the dark room where they were both sitting only a distant and continuous crack would be heard.

Kuaru had his right hand inside his left hand, with the right hands fingers pointing straight down. The sound came from his bad habit of cracking his fingers when he grew impatient. Paruchi just sat in his chair, sipping vino as he looked outside at the gardens through the window, not at all annoyed by Kuaru's habit.

Outside of the room, young sorcerers and some soldiers were trying to fix the fate alteration machines. According to Paruchi, it had just been an overload of the new machines because destiny had taken a slight change - nothing more.

Kuaru had agreed with Paruchi, yet, the slight change worried him. How many times did he not remember a slight change occurring before when Dornkirk ruled over Zaibach? One too many, he told himself. If something had gone wrong they would be able to recognize it and then, get rid of it if the machines worked.

Kuaru sighed. He slowly, and almost involuntarily, began to think of possible misfortunes, but none came to mind. What could go wrong? He thought. According to what Paruchi and him had observed, the Fanelian King would soon be married to one of the Egzardian princesses. Her infidelity during the marriage would cause great conflicts between countries, breaking alliances, breaking treaties; breaking hearts. The whore! The people would yell out. Of him, they would call a fool. With the whole of Gaea under disputes, their taking over would go unnoticed. Nothing could go wrong. The only thing, however, that came to his mind after thinking of the young king's love-life, was the thought of that girl - the other uncertain element.

Na, he thought. They had already made certain that she wouldn't interfere this time. As of the night before, her parents should have been mourning her death. Her body should have been discovered with little to recognize her by. Her sandy hair should have been drenched in blood and made sticky and gooey... if any remained of it. Her eyes... those ocean-blue eyes should have caused her great pain during her last moments of life. They should have swelled up with blood inside them, causing even her pupils to turn red, and then they slowly should have begun to crack open, until there was nothing there but ooing blood. Only the hands of those experts in killing could come up with a masterpiece like that. The Goulour. A rightful death for someone who had prevented Zaibach's success.

Kuaru's lips began to turn upwards in a smile, and he was delighted with joy at the thought of nothing being able to prevent their success this time. He reproached himself for having been so worried. He was now relieved. He could almost taste the sweet destiny which awaited all of Gaea, and he could feel his hand crushing the skulls of those who got in their way.

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"All ready!" a man yelled from inside Crusade. Gadeth and some other members of Allen's crew had already left for Castelo Fort during the night. Now, they were preparing Crusade for Allen and Serena's departure. Predictively, Millerna and Dryden had come to say good bye.

"I'll come visit you! Ok?" Millerna said to Serena as she hugged her. "Whenever Dryden goes up there I'll come see you." Serena smiled back at Millerna and then turned around to board Crusade. She knew that if she said anything she would break down in tears.

Millerna was her only friend. Serena remembered a time when people would stare at her in the streets, in the market, but not Millerna. Never Millerna or Dryden, not even Eries. She could tell Millerna everything. Everything except her dreams, of course. The only thing, though, was that she couldn't hide them from her. Millerna had asked her, many times, why she would become so thoughtful sometimes, but Serena just couldn't tell her. She would lie, saying it was nothing, or come up with some dumb excuse.

Meanwhile, Allen was talking to Dryden about something. They had been talking ever since Millerna and Dryden had arrived at the port, but Serena and Millerna didn't mind. The longer they took had been more time for them to spend time together.

"You sure about this, Schezar?" Dryden asked. "I'm telling you, it's only your gut feeling."

"Something is wrong with her, Dryden. She's my sister, I'd know." With that, Allen turned around and he, too, boarded Crusade. As he was walking inside he saw Serena standing in front of him, waiting for him to board. She stood there, smiling, and he smiled back at her. He lead her further inside Crusade, as it was her first time on it.

He had felt something had been wrong with Serena for weeks now. Her eyes had become so odd. The only reason why Dryden agreed to relocate him at Castelo Fort was when Allen told him about how Serena had almost pinned him against the wall. Dryden's head had shot up at that - it was common knowledge that about all Serena could do with a sword was hold it. Allen thought at first that maybe the people in the city who would stare at her as she passed by had finally gotten to her, and her way of showing this was acting the way she was; silent, thoughtful, violent at times, sleepy...

He walked over towards where the captain was and stood beside him. You're fooling yourself, he thought to himself. Deep down inside, Allen knew that the real reason why he had asked Dryden in to relocate him there wasn't because he was worried that the city and its people might be hurting Serena in a way. It was because he knew that his worst fear would come back; Dilandau. Allen didn't want any more harm to come to the city of Palas, so that was why he was taking Serena to Castelo Fort. Hopefully, it was the city that was causing her behaviour, but if it wasn't, and if his suspicions turned out to be true, then everyone would be safer if they were far away. Even Serena. Not the men at the forth though, and maybe not even him.

Crusade began to lift up from the ground and turned towards the mountains which would eventually lead them towards Castelo Fort, and so, they left Palas.

Serena opened her eyes a little bit; returning from her dream. She awoke to find Allen knelt in front of her. "We're here," he whispered. She tried to get up, but she was still too tired.

She felt a pair of strong arms come around her body, and she was lifted up from where she layed. Allen carried her out of Crusade, and from what she could tell, it was probably midnight now. When Gadeth saw Serena in Allen's arms he saluted him and then asked if anything was wrong with her, but he quickly understood that she was only tired by the way her eyes were only half open.

She was half between asleep and awake when Gadeth called Teo over to them. From what she could tell, Teo was pushing someone towards them and then pushed the person down on the ground when they both reached Allen and her.

"Moleman," she heard Allen say. It sounded like as if he was half pleased and half frustrated by seeing this person. Serena opened her eyes a bit more and saw the chubby figure of a strange looking man (definitely a moleman) stand up. "What brings you here?" Allen asked, this time he showed more enthusiasm. She could only look at the moleman with a sleepy face.

"He told us he had something to tell you. We found him digging a hole to your old chambers here in the fort. I don't know how he knew you were coming."

"Thank you, Gadeth. Mr. Moleman, what is it you want to tell me?"

The moleman opened his mouth to begin to speak, but then, almost as if just realizing that Allen was carrying someone, he looked over at her. Her eyes opened a bit wider, for it was the first time that someone looked at her with the amount of curiosity he looked at her with. He took a step forward towards them, making Serena cuddle more into Allen's chest.

"You're scaring her!" Kio yelled from where he was standing.

"It's alright," Allen said to her. "He's a friend."

"That, I am, " the moleman said with pride. "But as I came to tell you. Two nights ago I travelled down the path which leads to Fanelia and what did I see, but a blue light appear in front of me! I quickly took cover and ran towards the woods that were near by. When the blue light was gone I saw Escaflowne! In it's dragon form, though. The person manoeuvring it was the young king, Van! I thought it strange, but dared not to go any closer, as it was none of my business as to where he had come from with that light. So I remained hidden for a while and then I noticed that he had someone in his arms - carrying her the same way you're carrying that lady! "

Serena felt like as if Allen would drop her. He stepped forward toward the moleman almost impulsively. "Who was it?" he asked.

"Why, the young lady Hitomi, of course. If you ask me, she didn't look that well. Health-wise." The moleman, again, turned from talking to Allen to looking at her with curiosity. "Is this young Serena?" he asked.

"Yes."

The moleman still stared at her, but not in the way other people did. His stare was funny, and it would have continued to be funny if everything behind him hadn't begun to burn. She was still in Allen's arms and she didn't understand why he wasn't doing something. She tried to jump out of his arms but she couldn't move. It comforted her, in a way, to not be able to move, because she knew it was only another dream, except... her eyes were open, and she knew she was quite awake. She began to hear laughter around her. Suddenly, the moleman's face turned to that of the boy from her dreams. He was laughing with so much amusement for hate. Just like the moleman had done, he turned from looking somewhere else, to looking toward her.

They stayed that way for a while, just looking at each other, but he continued to laugh. His eyes, beside the fire, provided her with warmth despite the cold breeze that she had felt when Allen had first walked out with her from Crusade. She saw him stretch out his hand towards her. His hand was covered by a dark-purple glove, but she was still fascinated by it. It was so close to her. If she could move she could reach out and touch it, she could accept the hand he was offering her. His laughter had ceased, but the fires still burnt behind him. How could someone that looked so sweet transmit so much fear inside her? They looked at each other for another second, then she heard him. "Serena," he said to her.

Serena gasped out. She blinked, as if to catch her breath better, and when she opened her eyes again he was gone, and so were the warm fires.

"Bakero!" Kio yelled as he hit the moleman. "You scared her again."

Allen laughed a bit. "I thought I had told you it was ok. Come on, you need a good rest, it's almost dawn."

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The sun slowly began to shine on her face as it rose up the high cliffs surrounding Fanelia. The morning breeze slowly came into her room, bringing soft, sweet scent from the gardens bellow her. Her eyes, slowly and lazily began to open. Everything was a blur for a few seconds, but it all began to take shape after that.

She was laying chest-down on a semi-hard bed in the middle of a wooden room. Her face was turned toward her right side and her arms had been placed beside her body. She felt something heavy and wet on her back, making it feel warm, but her shoulders were cold. She realized she was naked and that the only things that covered her were a thin blanket from her waste down, and the heavy thing on her back.

She layed there, not moving, just looking at her surroundings. From what she could see, the room didn't have many decorations or objects to adorn it. It was all just unpainted, narrow, thick strips of wood.

The room was as still as she was; and silent, except for the slow rhythm of her breathing and the gentle tingle of the breeze making wind chimes touch each other. The silence of the room was disrupted by heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to the room.

Because of the position she was in, and her tiredness, she only saw a pair of small black shoes stand in front of her. She lifted her gaze to see more and lifted her head up a bit too. She saw a chubby, black haired woman with a stunned look on her face, carrying what looked like heavy, thick, long pillows.

The woman dropped the pillows to the ground and ran out, making Hitomi groan with ache as the pillows made a loud sound against the wooden floor.

"Merle! Merle!" she heard the woman screaming outside the room.

Hitomi heard the name and repeated it softly, "Merle..." She knew she knew who that was, yet, she still couldn't quite remember. She began to heard fast, light steps coming towards the room where she was.

A strange looking catgirl was knelt down in front of her all of a sudden with light pinkish hair that went down to her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes.

"Hitomi?" The girl asked softly.

Hitomi's eyes opened wide. Merle, she thought, you look so grown up. The room was silent again as they both stared at each other, eyes wide open, not saying a word, just piercing into each others thoughts.

A loud noise of someone running towards the room interrupted the silence of that moment, making Merle turn around to see who it was - Hitomi's position didn't allow her to do so, she just kept her gaze on Merle, who moved away from her cat-like knelt position, away from Hitomi's view and made way for a pair of brown boots to appear. "Master Van," she heard Merle say.

The boots were preceded by cacki coloured pants, then the bottom of a red coloured shirt. This person was kneeling down to be able to be seen by Hitomi.

She slowly began to draw breath to in order to have enough air to be able to comprehend what she knew she was about to see. . .

He looked just like she remembered, except his features were a bit stronger. Besides that, everything was the same; his wonderful child-like smile, his brown eyes, even his hair.

She exhaled the breath she had been holding in as they both stared into each others eyes. She began to search them for something, anything that would tell her it was all another dream, but her search was in vain. She only found the warmth she had yearned for so long during the past year in his gaze; only found that safe-assuring feeling from his smile; and she found that heart-melting sound from his lips when he said her name, "Hitomi."

She stared even deeper into his eyes now, as her own began to fill with tears and her vision became blurred from them. She was able to turn her face away from him in the opposite direction. She brought the hand nearest to her up to her face and began to sob quietly.

"There, there," she heard the voice of the lady she had seen earlier that day as the lady rubbed her bare shoulders trying to comfort her. "It's alright, darling. You're fine here. Merle and I will take good care of you." Her voice was reassuring and it calmed her down a bit, turning her sobs into whimpers as the tears began to dry.

Hitomi felt the weight on her back go away as something was lifted off it, leaving her bare back open to feel the breeze she had only heard earlier in the morning.

"I'll put this way," she head him say, making her turn body completely away from him. Her body turned into a fetal position, in which she hid her face as the sobs and tears came back after hearing his voice.

Van's steps began to fade away and when she couldn't hear them anymore she felt someone carefully climb on to the bed and put their arms around her.

"Don't cry, Hitomi." She heard Merle say. "Aren't you glad to see Master Van?" Hitomi didn't answer, and Merle sighed. "Well, he's extremely happy to see you." She said softly.

"Come now, dear, " the lady said again. "You don't want to lay there naked all day, do you?" Hitomi shook her head, which was still hidden. The lady took Hitomi's arm in her and lifted her up into a sitting position on the bed. Hitomi held her covers up to her chest with one hand and wiped her face with the other.

"You must be hungry," the lady said.

Hitomi smiled a bit and shook her head. "Now that you mention it, yes, I am," she said while she still wiped some of the tears away.

"Well you should be, you've only been laying there laying there for the past two days!" It was Merle talking now. Hitomi laughed a bit harder after Merle said that. Oh, how I missed that attitude, she though, but suddenly, it hit her.

"What?! Two days?!"

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I feel terrible! It seems like my writer's block hasn't been cured, anyone want to help me out??

Anyway, this chapter was only an intro for the rest of the chapters (kind of) *I'm just saying that so I don't get too many flames... go easy on me!* Anyway, R/R pweaze! Time Bomb.