Disclaimer: I WANNA CAR!!!!
A/N: Don't mind my car rant, that's something I complain about a lot, it's not to be paid attention to. Anyways, this is my second Escaflowne fic, and I'm very happy with this one so far. It is chaptered, yes. I may not be the most faithful about updating, I have a thousand other projects I'm working on here, but I'll do my best so long as ppl are interested.
I'm not so sure I have everybody in character or not, just lemme know if I don't. Oh! And review when you get there por favor!
Between Dreams
chapter 1
With a sigh, she lay back on her bed, her knees hooked over one side while her upper body hung off the other. It looked uncomfortable, but the position stretched every vertibre in her spine, and she was allowed the pleasure of looking out at the sky.
She would have loved to have been able to move her bed beneath the window, to look up at the stars as she slept, but for some reason, everytime she tried, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
It would be like admitting that she missed him too much, that she really did believe in him.
There was no doubt in her mind that he and the others existed; she had been missing from Earth months. Both Yukari and Amano shared a double vision of her departure. And her pendant was gone; vanished without a trace.
She knew where it was; she knew Van still had it.
Hitomi sighed and stretched her arms out to her sides.
The question isn't if they existed, she thought to herself. The question is, is it really right that I dwell on them like this?
With another sigh, she twisted and writhed expertly until she had curled herself up into a little ball on her bed, head on the pillow, eyes on the sky.
"Oh Van..." she whispered. Clutching tightly to the bedspread, she felt tears swell into her jade-green eyes. Yukari had Amano; the two tried to desperately to involve her in their goings-on, to not cling to each other too much around her. Both knew the main difference between their two visions of her departure were not in how she left--once after being chased by a dragon, a boy saving them from it, again with the same boy riding a dragon--but the attitude she had towards the boy. The first time, the boy had been haughty, Hitomi had been outraged. The second time, there was something between the two that had held both Yukari and Amano silent and frozen while Hitomi leapt towards the boy's outstretched hand and into his arms.
Neither knew which vision was the real vision of her leaving, but both knew enough from the look of Hitomi, now that she'd returned, not to taunt her with their togetherness.
For all the good it did; Amano looked too much like Allen; Allen only made her think of Van.
She sighed. Gripping lightly to her pillow--the feather pillow she had insisted upon sleeping with since she'd returned from Gaea, the pillow that she'd taken to the city parks and meadows every summerish weekend to lay back upon and stare up at the sky, the pillow that almost smelled like him because of all that--she clung to the image of the boy who was now a man; to that someone she knew she'd never see again.
It was a beautiful and perfect dream. The scars of the fires from 4 years before had faded into memory. The land was green again, the trees full and lush, the plants were in full bloom, each bud and leaf innocently embracing the spring's midnight as summer drew closer. Off to his left lay a flat expanse of water that stretched into eternity; the other side could barely be perceived as anything more than a blueberry haze of shadow in the clear darkness of night. Three moons were reflected on the water; at one end, glistened the Mystic Moon and its child. At the other, shimmered a moon half the size of Earth, and just as blue and green.
At least, it would have been a wonderful dream, if he didn't know he was dreaming.
Van sighed and leaned back against the tree behind him, streching out one leg and holding the calve of the other in his palms. His sword lay next to him in the grass.
His eyes trailed to the image of the Mystic Moon, where Hitomi was most likely asleep. He loved the image of her sleeping form; the innocence on her face, the peace that lay in the gentle curve of her eyelashes, the slight smile on her lips, the way her hands curled into childish fists that she held on the side of her face...
He was startled out of his daydream as a hesitant hand graced his shoulder, and his head snapped around. He was met by the sight of a young woman, her hair trailing just past her shoulders and pleated into two tight braids that fell on either side of her graceful neck. Her garb was simple; khaki colored slacks that matched his, though hers clung more tightly to her form and there were extra pockets on her thighs. A knitted green sweater clung to her upperbody, accenting a body that puberty had treated well.
If he hadn't dreamed about her every night, he wouldn't have recongnized her.
"Hitomi?"
A/N: Ooooo, cliffhanger...heh heh heh, haven't written one of those in a while. Like I said, if people be liking this, I'll update whenever I can. If I'm just talking to monitors, I'll update whenever I feel like it. Believe me; there is a difference. ;)
-Belle ;P
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