Chapter 2
Do You Have Feelings For Him?
I was awake that morning, though my eyes were still closed. I could hear talking and arguing amoung some people. Keith for sure, he was arguing with someone or a few people by the sound of it. I didn't want to open my eyes, for I was too tired.
"What's going on?" I mummbled.
"Umm . . . Lana I think you should open your eyes. There are people here who would like to uh . . . speak with us," suggested Alex.
"Well, I'll make 'em go away . . ."
I fumbled for my keys and turned the engine on. Still I didn't open my eyes; I just put my arm over them. I could tell I was still resting my head on Vaughn's lap. Then, I heard a scratching noise against my car. I sat up immidiatly, turned the engine off and looked at this sword that was running against my car.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how much that will cost to fix it? Paint is very expensive!" I shouted.
I then looked up to see a whole bunch of men surrounding us. They seemed like they were from the medievil times or something of the sort. There was a tall man with long blonde hair who seemed like he was from maybe the early eighteen hundreds, late seventeen hundreds . . . I have to admit, he was quite handsome.
"You're hurt!" the blonde man shouted.
"Yes, well that's what you get from a bar fight, dude. We're all like . . . like hurt, dude," answered Jam.
"I see. Please, I'll ask you people again in a more calm tone of voice, please step out of that contraption."
"All right . . ." I said, still shocked.
The blonde man helped me out, not knowing about the door or anything. Considering it does open. I looked over at Vaughn; he looked as though he was about to puke.
"Please tell me, what is you're name?" the blonde man asked.
"Lana."
"Lana is a beautiful name."
"Thank you. What's yours?"
"Allen Shezar, one of the many knights of Asturia," he bowed then kissed my hand.
"Well, I'm a singer . . . in a rock band," I bragged.
"A singer?"
"Yes, a singer."
I was acting like I was a dumb blonde, bragging over something that many people did back home, making it seem like it was a BIG thing.
"Well . . . Allen Shezar, could you please tell us where we are?" Vaughn asked, trying not to laugh.
"You're in Asturian territories . . . of Gaea. I asume you come from the Mystic Moon by the looks of your clothing."
"Gaea?"
"Yes, Gaea."
"Well this just keeps getting weird, doesn't it?" commented Keith.
Well, he was completely right. I had no idea why I was falling for this blonde knight who must have been out of his mind. The Mystic Moon? What was he, crazy? Oh well . . .
"Lana, you wouldn't mind coming with us back to our camp, would you? These conditions are not fit for a lady."
"Can they come?" I looked over at my friends.
"Of course."
"Come on guys."
"Should we take the camping stuff?" Jam asked me.
We all looked at each other for a second, not too sure on what to do. I walked over to the trunk and just pulled out a small bag, which was the tent. It was a four-man tent, however it was in a small case, so it was easy to pack around. Then I had my clothing, which was in a backpack. So, there wasn't much to pack around.
"What about our instruments? I mean, my truck somehow got here as well . . . I'm not gonna leave my drums here, no way dudes!" Jam protested.
"But that means we'll have to carry our guitars and your drums as well!" whined Keith.
"Alex can help as well. We can all carry something," Vaughn suggested.
We walked over to his truck, I grabbed my guitar and our acoustic one, meaning that I could carry nothing else. Vaughn grabbed his bass guitar and a few casses that held Jam's drums. Keith got his guitar and a few casses as well. Meanwhile, Alex was packed with the "mini" amps as we called them and a few casses as well. Jam barely carried anything. I felt sorry for Alex, actually.
"I can take something," Allen told me.
He reached for my electric guitar, but I immidiatly backed up.
"No one touches my guitar except me!"
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"You can take Vaughn's acoustic."
I handed him the bag that carried his acoustic, though Allen wasn't too sure about it. The look of it was a little strange to him. I was guessing he had never seen a gig bag in his entire life. Which is quite odd. Then again, we were on a totally different planet. Though we didn't believe these people, we thought they were roll playing or something like that
When we got to the camp, we noticed that it was fairly large and there was a whole lotta dead guys there. We tried not to talk to them considering we didn't want to look like we were crazy. But there were a few guys who refused to leave until we sang. Dead guys, might I add. After putting up our tent and a few dead people helping us because we had no idea how to, it was finally night.
Our camp area was seperated from the others, because we didn't want to get too close to these people. Would if they were axe-murderers or something? But those "men" seemed quite nice. They were all in their early twenties, but there were a few of them that were in their late teens.
"What song should we sing?" I asked.
"Well, nothing big. Just an easy acoustic song," Keith said.
"How about . . . Underneath It All by No Doubt?"
"Theres times when I want something more, Someone more like me There's times when this dress rehersal Seems incomplete But you see the colours in me Like no one else And behind your dark glasses You're, you're something else
You're really lovely underneath it all D' you want to love me, underneath it all I'm really lucky, underneath it all You're really lovely . . ."
Allen couldn't help but overhear us, and I don't blame him. I had to sing pretty loudly, and they were just next to us. I mean, we did have to get rid of a few ghosts here and there. And surprisingly, as I sang on they slowly disapeard. It was pretty weird, because usually they would want something really different. If we had to perform for every ghost around here, it would be easy!
"You've used up all your coupons All you got left is me And I'm so full of forgiveness I guess it's meant to be . . ."
Once the song had finished, and the ghosts had disapeard, Allen came up to me. I think I was developing a small crush on him . . . though I have no idea why. I suppose he was like a "Prince Charming" to me. Someone to take me away from it all.
"Lana, may I speak with you?"
I turned my head to see Allen standing there, looking quite uncomfortable.
"Sure."
We walked off into the forest, a little deeper so we could be alone. I must say, it was quite scary and I knew everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting for some sort of a scream.
"Lana, I must say . . . that was beautiful."
"Really? You think?"
"Yes, I do. You wouldn't mind travelling to Fannellia with the crusade and I? There you could meet King Van."
"King Van? Isn't that funny, because that guy, who was playing the guitar, his name is Vaughn as well."
"Well, they look quite different. I mean, your Vaughn looks quite strange. He tends to wear black . . ."
"He's half-gothic."
"Gothic?"
"Yeah, they usually dress in black and have odd piercings. Vaughn is the closest to normal out of gothics that I've ever seen. So we call him half- gothic."
"I see. They don't worship the devil do they?"
"Some of them, but not Vaughn. He just likes his music."
"Do you have feelings for Vaughn?"
"Hell no!"
"I was just wondering."
"Well, I have absolutely no feelings for him, only friendship. That's about it."
"Does he sing as well?"
"Yeah, he does. Whenever we're playing a song that goes like "Oh girl" or something like that, he sings. Whenever its "Oh boy" I sing. Or, if its neither I sing."
"I understand. Well, would you like to go to Fannellia?"
"The guys and I would love to!"
Once I said "guys and I" I could see some disapointment in his face, even in the dark. I wasn't going anywhere without these guys. Then I heard the baby cry.
"I should go back."
I would have thought Allen had seen the baby, but he hadn't. That shocked him, though before he could ask me any questions I had already disapeared from his sight and headed towards the camp.
"Is she ok?" I asked, sitting down next to Vaughn.
"She's hungry," I could tell by Vaughn's voice he was on the verge of tears.
"What are we supposed to feed her?"
"I don't know!"
Vaughn handed me the girl as he stood up and begun to pace. He was in anxiety. He was tugging at his hair, then he would cover his face to try and stop the crying. I didn't know why he did this whenever she would cry because she was hungry.
"Vaughn please calm down!" Keith yelled.
"I can't! I don't know what to do!" his voice was shaky now.
"What's going on?" Allen asked me.
"Vaughn, he gets like this whenever his baby is hungry. She needs proper milk, from a mother . . . but her mother is dead and he doesn't know how to feed her."
"Feed her cats milk."
"Cat's milk?"
"Yes. Cats milk . . . we always have some. Some of these boys will only go to sleep when they drink it."
"How will we feed it to her."
"Just give me the baby."
I handed the baby girl to him, as he walked over to one of their tents. I looked back over at Vaughn, but he was no where to be seen.
"Jam?"
He pointed to our tent, so I walked over to it. As I opened it up, I saw Vaughn sitting there. He had his knees up to his chest and was walking back and forth. I sat down next to him, and closed the tent.
"Please stop doing this," I ordered.
"Doing what?"
"Vaughn, this is the worst you've ever been. You scare me sometimes. Almost like you're suicidle. I don't know what to do!"
He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. This really was the worst he has ever been. He had pills for this. Depression, anxiety . . . that's why he barely ever showed up at school. He was made fun of all the time. Not only because of the way he dressed, but also because of his baby and the fact he had to take "certain" pills. It was horrible.
"I want to die, Lana! I hate this, that girl has caused me nothing but grief! I just . . . I just get so stressed out and I've been having way too many breakdowns!"
"Vaughn, be proud of yourself. You stayed by Courtney's side while she was pregnant, and even during the birth. Most guys would run away from it, but you didn't. And now you have a beautiful little girl. If you ever gave her up for adoption, I would kill you with my bare hands."
"You know the pains of adoption. Never knowing who you're real parents are."
"And that's why I'm proud of you. Because you're not running away. You're strong. You know you made a mistake and you're paying for it, but you should be having fun with this."
"I don't know anything about girls!"
"Then that's where I come in."
Vaughn began to cry even more. I moved infront of him and put my arms around him. He hugged me back this time. Usually he doesn't. He just kept on crying, and it scared me. Never had I seen a boy or even a man cry before. But I wasn't going to let go and tell him I should get back to the others. No, I held onto him tighter. This was my friend, and he was suffering. And the strange thing was, he hugged me even tighter in return.
"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this, Lana. You don't deserve it. You should be back home with Jeremy."
I didn't say anything, because I hadn't told him yet. He had been missing a few days of school, and I asked Jam and Keith not to tell him yet. But this was the best time to tell him.
"Jeremy and I," now I was trying to hold back tears, "we broke up. I found him cheating on me with Sarah. That's why I didn't mind doing the gig last night. I was going to stand her up, anyway."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok. He was a dumb jock anyway. I would have broken up with him before prom, so this was just a head start."
I sat back, trying to whipe my tears away. I never really felt anything for Jeremy. We were like Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake, we or should I say he, only did it for the attention. He would start and fight infront of everyone and then apologize after wards. You have no idea how many times we've "broken up". It got damn annoying. And his fling with Sarah pushed the limits. I broke up with him over the phone, so there wasn't a big scene.
"So . . . Allen wants us to go to Fannellia tomorrow."
"Allen? I think he has the hots for you." I laughed at his comment.
"So do I. But he's not all that bad. I must say, he is quite handsome."
"Oh, and I'm not?"
"No, you're just freaky looking."
Vaughn hit me on the side of my arm, jokingly that is. I laughed as I messed up his hair even more . . . if that's possible.
"Oh, come on! You'd chicken out on a dare if it was to brush your hair!" I taunted.
"Well, atleast I'm not afraid of spiders!"
"They're creepy looking! I mean, they have this little fangs, and these long, disgusting legs! I have no idea how Steve Irwin can stand being around those spiders, I would freak!"
"You freak out when it's a spider that is no bigger then the head of a pin."
"I just find it scary how their brain can be so small, it's scary! And some spiders chase me! It's scary! It's like they're all out to get me!"
"You sure say, "scary" a lot when it comes to spiders . . ." I knew where that was going.
"Well, they're scary."
"That's it!"
Vaughn pushed me over and started to tickle me. I hated it when he did that. Only to push my buttons, but we were just joking around. I'll never forget the look on Jam, Keith and Alex's face . . . because they opened up the tent to see Vaughn tickling me and me, well laughing so hard it hurt my stomach.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?"
"It's not what it looks like," I was trying not to laugh.
"Well, when I see a guy ontop of a girl . . . its hard to not think of that," commented Jam.
"We have our clothes on you moron," snapped Vaughn.
"Well, yeah I guess you do." Jam was now scratching his head.
Personally, I was quite embarrassed. Now everyone thought we were a couple. And we were not! Absolutely no feelings there what-so-ever! Then again, that's what I keep telling myself . . .
A/N: What'd ya think? I'd like to thank Harmony for being the only one who REVIEWED! I mean, come on? Is it cuz they weren't on Gaea yet? Personally, I find this story to be the best one yet. Oh, and you'll love to see what happens to Hitomi . . . well most of you. It's gonna be pretty sad though, more like "angst" I guess. Well anyways, this is only the second chapter, and I'm begging you ppl to REVIEW! I mean, I'm lazy but when I read fanfics (which I like, never do) I review. Though I usually review without signing in. But that don't matter, cuz its all the same. - don't know what that's from, but I heard it in a song b4. Like a MILLION songs. Oh well, plz REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
I was awake that morning, though my eyes were still closed. I could hear talking and arguing amoung some people. Keith for sure, he was arguing with someone or a few people by the sound of it. I didn't want to open my eyes, for I was too tired.
"What's going on?" I mummbled.
"Umm . . . Lana I think you should open your eyes. There are people here who would like to uh . . . speak with us," suggested Alex.
"Well, I'll make 'em go away . . ."
I fumbled for my keys and turned the engine on. Still I didn't open my eyes; I just put my arm over them. I could tell I was still resting my head on Vaughn's lap. Then, I heard a scratching noise against my car. I sat up immidiatly, turned the engine off and looked at this sword that was running against my car.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how much that will cost to fix it? Paint is very expensive!" I shouted.
I then looked up to see a whole bunch of men surrounding us. They seemed like they were from the medievil times or something of the sort. There was a tall man with long blonde hair who seemed like he was from maybe the early eighteen hundreds, late seventeen hundreds . . . I have to admit, he was quite handsome.
"You're hurt!" the blonde man shouted.
"Yes, well that's what you get from a bar fight, dude. We're all like . . . like hurt, dude," answered Jam.
"I see. Please, I'll ask you people again in a more calm tone of voice, please step out of that contraption."
"All right . . ." I said, still shocked.
The blonde man helped me out, not knowing about the door or anything. Considering it does open. I looked over at Vaughn; he looked as though he was about to puke.
"Please tell me, what is you're name?" the blonde man asked.
"Lana."
"Lana is a beautiful name."
"Thank you. What's yours?"
"Allen Shezar, one of the many knights of Asturia," he bowed then kissed my hand.
"Well, I'm a singer . . . in a rock band," I bragged.
"A singer?"
"Yes, a singer."
I was acting like I was a dumb blonde, bragging over something that many people did back home, making it seem like it was a BIG thing.
"Well . . . Allen Shezar, could you please tell us where we are?" Vaughn asked, trying not to laugh.
"You're in Asturian territories . . . of Gaea. I asume you come from the Mystic Moon by the looks of your clothing."
"Gaea?"
"Yes, Gaea."
"Well this just keeps getting weird, doesn't it?" commented Keith.
Well, he was completely right. I had no idea why I was falling for this blonde knight who must have been out of his mind. The Mystic Moon? What was he, crazy? Oh well . . .
"Lana, you wouldn't mind coming with us back to our camp, would you? These conditions are not fit for a lady."
"Can they come?" I looked over at my friends.
"Of course."
"Come on guys."
"Should we take the camping stuff?" Jam asked me.
We all looked at each other for a second, not too sure on what to do. I walked over to the trunk and just pulled out a small bag, which was the tent. It was a four-man tent, however it was in a small case, so it was easy to pack around. Then I had my clothing, which was in a backpack. So, there wasn't much to pack around.
"What about our instruments? I mean, my truck somehow got here as well . . . I'm not gonna leave my drums here, no way dudes!" Jam protested.
"But that means we'll have to carry our guitars and your drums as well!" whined Keith.
"Alex can help as well. We can all carry something," Vaughn suggested.
We walked over to his truck, I grabbed my guitar and our acoustic one, meaning that I could carry nothing else. Vaughn grabbed his bass guitar and a few casses that held Jam's drums. Keith got his guitar and a few casses as well. Meanwhile, Alex was packed with the "mini" amps as we called them and a few casses as well. Jam barely carried anything. I felt sorry for Alex, actually.
"I can take something," Allen told me.
He reached for my electric guitar, but I immidiatly backed up.
"No one touches my guitar except me!"
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"You can take Vaughn's acoustic."
I handed him the bag that carried his acoustic, though Allen wasn't too sure about it. The look of it was a little strange to him. I was guessing he had never seen a gig bag in his entire life. Which is quite odd. Then again, we were on a totally different planet. Though we didn't believe these people, we thought they were roll playing or something like that
When we got to the camp, we noticed that it was fairly large and there was a whole lotta dead guys there. We tried not to talk to them considering we didn't want to look like we were crazy. But there were a few guys who refused to leave until we sang. Dead guys, might I add. After putting up our tent and a few dead people helping us because we had no idea how to, it was finally night.
Our camp area was seperated from the others, because we didn't want to get too close to these people. Would if they were axe-murderers or something? But those "men" seemed quite nice. They were all in their early twenties, but there were a few of them that were in their late teens.
"What song should we sing?" I asked.
"Well, nothing big. Just an easy acoustic song," Keith said.
"How about . . . Underneath It All by No Doubt?"
"Theres times when I want something more, Someone more like me There's times when this dress rehersal Seems incomplete But you see the colours in me Like no one else And behind your dark glasses You're, you're something else
You're really lovely underneath it all D' you want to love me, underneath it all I'm really lucky, underneath it all You're really lovely . . ."
Allen couldn't help but overhear us, and I don't blame him. I had to sing pretty loudly, and they were just next to us. I mean, we did have to get rid of a few ghosts here and there. And surprisingly, as I sang on they slowly disapeard. It was pretty weird, because usually they would want something really different. If we had to perform for every ghost around here, it would be easy!
"You've used up all your coupons All you got left is me And I'm so full of forgiveness I guess it's meant to be . . ."
Once the song had finished, and the ghosts had disapeard, Allen came up to me. I think I was developing a small crush on him . . . though I have no idea why. I suppose he was like a "Prince Charming" to me. Someone to take me away from it all.
"Lana, may I speak with you?"
I turned my head to see Allen standing there, looking quite uncomfortable.
"Sure."
We walked off into the forest, a little deeper so we could be alone. I must say, it was quite scary and I knew everyone was on the edge of their seats, waiting for some sort of a scream.
"Lana, I must say . . . that was beautiful."
"Really? You think?"
"Yes, I do. You wouldn't mind travelling to Fannellia with the crusade and I? There you could meet King Van."
"King Van? Isn't that funny, because that guy, who was playing the guitar, his name is Vaughn as well."
"Well, they look quite different. I mean, your Vaughn looks quite strange. He tends to wear black . . ."
"He's half-gothic."
"Gothic?"
"Yeah, they usually dress in black and have odd piercings. Vaughn is the closest to normal out of gothics that I've ever seen. So we call him half- gothic."
"I see. They don't worship the devil do they?"
"Some of them, but not Vaughn. He just likes his music."
"Do you have feelings for Vaughn?"
"Hell no!"
"I was just wondering."
"Well, I have absolutely no feelings for him, only friendship. That's about it."
"Does he sing as well?"
"Yeah, he does. Whenever we're playing a song that goes like "Oh girl" or something like that, he sings. Whenever its "Oh boy" I sing. Or, if its neither I sing."
"I understand. Well, would you like to go to Fannellia?"
"The guys and I would love to!"
Once I said "guys and I" I could see some disapointment in his face, even in the dark. I wasn't going anywhere without these guys. Then I heard the baby cry.
"I should go back."
I would have thought Allen had seen the baby, but he hadn't. That shocked him, though before he could ask me any questions I had already disapeared from his sight and headed towards the camp.
"Is she ok?" I asked, sitting down next to Vaughn.
"She's hungry," I could tell by Vaughn's voice he was on the verge of tears.
"What are we supposed to feed her?"
"I don't know!"
Vaughn handed me the girl as he stood up and begun to pace. He was in anxiety. He was tugging at his hair, then he would cover his face to try and stop the crying. I didn't know why he did this whenever she would cry because she was hungry.
"Vaughn please calm down!" Keith yelled.
"I can't! I don't know what to do!" his voice was shaky now.
"What's going on?" Allen asked me.
"Vaughn, he gets like this whenever his baby is hungry. She needs proper milk, from a mother . . . but her mother is dead and he doesn't know how to feed her."
"Feed her cats milk."
"Cat's milk?"
"Yes. Cats milk . . . we always have some. Some of these boys will only go to sleep when they drink it."
"How will we feed it to her."
"Just give me the baby."
I handed the baby girl to him, as he walked over to one of their tents. I looked back over at Vaughn, but he was no where to be seen.
"Jam?"
He pointed to our tent, so I walked over to it. As I opened it up, I saw Vaughn sitting there. He had his knees up to his chest and was walking back and forth. I sat down next to him, and closed the tent.
"Please stop doing this," I ordered.
"Doing what?"
"Vaughn, this is the worst you've ever been. You scare me sometimes. Almost like you're suicidle. I don't know what to do!"
He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. This really was the worst he has ever been. He had pills for this. Depression, anxiety . . . that's why he barely ever showed up at school. He was made fun of all the time. Not only because of the way he dressed, but also because of his baby and the fact he had to take "certain" pills. It was horrible.
"I want to die, Lana! I hate this, that girl has caused me nothing but grief! I just . . . I just get so stressed out and I've been having way too many breakdowns!"
"Vaughn, be proud of yourself. You stayed by Courtney's side while she was pregnant, and even during the birth. Most guys would run away from it, but you didn't. And now you have a beautiful little girl. If you ever gave her up for adoption, I would kill you with my bare hands."
"You know the pains of adoption. Never knowing who you're real parents are."
"And that's why I'm proud of you. Because you're not running away. You're strong. You know you made a mistake and you're paying for it, but you should be having fun with this."
"I don't know anything about girls!"
"Then that's where I come in."
Vaughn began to cry even more. I moved infront of him and put my arms around him. He hugged me back this time. Usually he doesn't. He just kept on crying, and it scared me. Never had I seen a boy or even a man cry before. But I wasn't going to let go and tell him I should get back to the others. No, I held onto him tighter. This was my friend, and he was suffering. And the strange thing was, he hugged me even tighter in return.
"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this, Lana. You don't deserve it. You should be back home with Jeremy."
I didn't say anything, because I hadn't told him yet. He had been missing a few days of school, and I asked Jam and Keith not to tell him yet. But this was the best time to tell him.
"Jeremy and I," now I was trying to hold back tears, "we broke up. I found him cheating on me with Sarah. That's why I didn't mind doing the gig last night. I was going to stand her up, anyway."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok. He was a dumb jock anyway. I would have broken up with him before prom, so this was just a head start."
I sat back, trying to whipe my tears away. I never really felt anything for Jeremy. We were like Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake, we or should I say he, only did it for the attention. He would start and fight infront of everyone and then apologize after wards. You have no idea how many times we've "broken up". It got damn annoying. And his fling with Sarah pushed the limits. I broke up with him over the phone, so there wasn't a big scene.
"So . . . Allen wants us to go to Fannellia tomorrow."
"Allen? I think he has the hots for you." I laughed at his comment.
"So do I. But he's not all that bad. I must say, he is quite handsome."
"Oh, and I'm not?"
"No, you're just freaky looking."
Vaughn hit me on the side of my arm, jokingly that is. I laughed as I messed up his hair even more . . . if that's possible.
"Oh, come on! You'd chicken out on a dare if it was to brush your hair!" I taunted.
"Well, atleast I'm not afraid of spiders!"
"They're creepy looking! I mean, they have this little fangs, and these long, disgusting legs! I have no idea how Steve Irwin can stand being around those spiders, I would freak!"
"You freak out when it's a spider that is no bigger then the head of a pin."
"I just find it scary how their brain can be so small, it's scary! And some spiders chase me! It's scary! It's like they're all out to get me!"
"You sure say, "scary" a lot when it comes to spiders . . ." I knew where that was going.
"Well, they're scary."
"That's it!"
Vaughn pushed me over and started to tickle me. I hated it when he did that. Only to push my buttons, but we were just joking around. I'll never forget the look on Jam, Keith and Alex's face . . . because they opened up the tent to see Vaughn tickling me and me, well laughing so hard it hurt my stomach.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?"
"It's not what it looks like," I was trying not to laugh.
"Well, when I see a guy ontop of a girl . . . its hard to not think of that," commented Jam.
"We have our clothes on you moron," snapped Vaughn.
"Well, yeah I guess you do." Jam was now scratching his head.
Personally, I was quite embarrassed. Now everyone thought we were a couple. And we were not! Absolutely no feelings there what-so-ever! Then again, that's what I keep telling myself . . .
A/N: What'd ya think? I'd like to thank Harmony for being the only one who REVIEWED! I mean, come on? Is it cuz they weren't on Gaea yet? Personally, I find this story to be the best one yet. Oh, and you'll love to see what happens to Hitomi . . . well most of you. It's gonna be pretty sad though, more like "angst" I guess. Well anyways, this is only the second chapter, and I'm begging you ppl to REVIEW! I mean, I'm lazy but when I read fanfics (which I like, never do) I review. Though I usually review without signing in. But that don't matter, cuz its all the same. - don't know what that's from, but I heard it in a song b4. Like a MILLION songs. Oh well, plz REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!