Chapter 4
Oooo, so exciting! I think Van and Hitomi should mack in this chapter. Everyone agree? Good. Too bad this isn't R rated…sigh…I think Van is so sexy…I would rape him if I saw him…erg, nevermind.
Van's headache was causing him to lose consciousness. He was blacking out and trying to look fierce at the same time, hoping Folken would just leave him alone. He tried to focus on one object; Hitomi was his main thought. Folken was yelling something at him. Van felt the psychic blast as Folken fired it and tried to cry out as he was lifted into the air. The pain raced from his head to his throat and neck and he realized Folken was choking him to death. The pain escalated until he knew he was about to die and then Folken remembered he needed Van so he let him go. Van crashed to the cold metal floor and immediately passed out. Folken sighed.
Bright, artificial, white light was staring Van in the face. He tried to move and found his joints were cold and stiff. His head still hurt, and there were bruises all over his body. Where was he? He sat up and examined the room he was in. It was small, and completely made of metal. He walked quickly to the door and tried it. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. Van crept quietly through the halls until he came to what appeared to be a hangar. Many different men in armor were strolling around one massive guymelef. It was red, with huge shoulders and claw-like hands. He inhaled sharply as he saw Dilandau and Hitomi. Hitomi was chained to the guymelef's leg and the Dragonslayers were prodding her with swords and knives. She was bleeding in too many places. Van became very, very angry. He assessed the situation, noticing a loose wire here, an abandoned blade there and then he charged off the side of the catwalk. He went flying through the air, cleanly grabbing hold of a wire and swinging to Hitomi's side. His ego swelled at this achievement and he stood proudly next to her, waiting for her to exclaim, "Oh Van!" and fall over him and hug him and kiss—"Van you stupid shit! Hurry up and get me out!" she shrieked tiredly. He hurriedly tried to unchain her, but there was a lock on the chain so it was somewhat difficult. She moaned as the dragonslayers closed rapidly in on them. Van straightened then whispered to Hitomi, "Hang on, I'll get us out of this mess." Hitomi blew out her breath and muttered, "Yeah, right." He dodged as best he could and managed to grab a loose sword off the ground. He stepped in front of Hitomi in a crouch-like manner and faced his opponents. There was perhaps more than six. He ignored this fact and prepared for battle. Thoughts raced in his mind such as, "I've never even been in a fist fight!" and "Why the fuck does all this shit happen to me?" They advanced on him—all grinning menacingly. Dilandau stood a little ways off and smirked, "Have fun, but Folken needs him. We can kill the queen." Van felt something snap inside him; Hitomi wasn't really the queen, he was the king, and she would have to find these things out and maybe die. He raised his eyes to Dilandau's face and called, "You're nothing Dilandau! I may be raised on Earth, from Earth, but I could kill you anytime!" Dilandau frowned, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He frowned more and his brow furrowed. He stepped forward and his frown turned into full-blow dilly-pickle anger: "What did you say?"
"I said I could kill you!"
Dilandau slowly walked toward him, his dragonslayers parting before him like water. He stopped when he stood directly in front of Van, blood garnet eyes staring directly into deep red-brown eyes.
"You could never kill me!" he smirked, gently slapping Van on his right cheek then turning away. Hitomi watched in disbelief. Van raised his sword and with a fierce roar, hurled himself at Dilandau.
Dilandau's sword was out so fast it was a blur of liquid silver. Their swords connected with an intense clang and golden sparks showered around them. Van gritted his teeth together in determination and held on with all his might. Dilandau was a couple inches taller than him and was definitely stronger. Van had more leg muscle. Dilandau giggled as Van pushed against him and whispered, "If you do kill me, you can have Hitomi all to yourself, I've already had her." Van's pupils contracted at these words and he felt something else snap inside him. If this continued, he'd be done snapping and just be dead, deflated, like a balloon without air.
"YOU LIE!" he screamed and broke their connection. He raced toward Dilandau again and felt something build up in his forehead. Dilandau parried with his gleaming sword and they clanged together once more. Dilandau wasn't looking the least bit tired and seemed to be enjoying himself as he sneered at Van, "Don't worry, she liked parts of it…always the best for the queen you know." Van couldn't take much more snapping. He slashed the sword as hard as he could towards Dilandau's abdomen but misjudged the distance and instead, nicked Dilandau's jaw. He froze as he saw the spot of blood well up form Dilandau's creamy complexion and waited to see what would happen. Dilandau froze also and tentatively fingered his jaw line. He raised his black leather glove to his face and studied his red fingertips. He raised his eyes to Van's face and growled, "My face…you cut…my FAAAACCCEEEEE!!!" And Van was afraid.
Hitomi called encouragement as she saw Dilandau turn into the maniac he truly was. She knew this was when he was at his strongest but also the time he did the most stupid things. "Van, attack him! He's in a blind rage! He's vulnerable!" Van was skipping and dodging around, hopping out of Dilandau's reach. Dilandau was swiping fast and furiously and screaming about his face. The dragonslayers had scattered out of Dilandau's way and were watching Van. Van felt the pressure build-up in the front of his forehead and wondered how he could get a headache in the midst of all this. Dilandau sliced at him and caught his arm; Van cried out and saw his blood pumping rapidly from his veins. He stifled his cries and turned toward Dilandau. This time as Dilandau swung the sword, Van caught it with his own and discovered the pain of trying to force Dilandau to die. Dilandau wouldn't stop screaming about his face and suddenly, Van was fed up. He had had it. Hitomi saw him falter and cried, "Van! Don't let him take control of you!" Van was annoyed; he was trying to sword-fight, and he never had, the girl he wanted to mack was trying to kill him, and this schizophrenic maniac was killing him. He felt the intense heat and force in his forehead again and suddenly, he knew. He faced Dilandau, dropping the sword, and watching as time slowed, and he forced the pressure to come out. An extreme heat wave passed through his head and he directed it at Dilandau. Amazingly, Dilandau was thrown ten yards away and lay there, motionless. Van stared, heaving, wondering how something so small could have thrown Dilandau so far and caused him to become extremely tired at the same time. Hitomi shrieked her approval then called, "Hurry, while he's down! Get me out and let's go!" Using his new psychic powers, Van blasted the chains off Hitomi and they took off running. Van decided to keep his sword.
They were racing down the halls, trying to find a way out, when they were met by a dead end: a large stained glass window was blocking their escape route. Van heaved a depressed sigh and mumbled, "Well, as long as we're going to be trapped here for the rest of our lives…" Hitomi interrupted him by knocking the glass out of the window with her small knife and leaning out so far that Van blushed at the sight of her bum. "Hitomi…?" She pulled herself back in and picked glass from her hands. "We can leave by this exit." Hitomi stated as Van stared at her.
"What? Are you insane?"
"No, just turn around for a second."
"What?"
"VAN!"
"Ok, ok.."
He turned around and wondered what she was doing…maybe she was undressing. Van's jaw went slack as he thought of these possibilities, running the scenarios through his head…Hitomi beckoning him with finger and tongue…Hitomi in a play-boy bunny outfit…Hitomi naked…"VAN!"
Van snapped back to reality as Hitomi pinched him hard, "Yeah…WHAT?!"
Hitomi was standing in her shorts…and not her shirt.
"What are you wearing?"
It was a weird kind of leather wrapping around her chest that served to make her somewhat flat. "What is that?" Hitomi colored and stumbled over her words…"It's just…uh…you know…so I don't…erm…fuck it! Just come here." Van trembled at the thought, go near a half naked Hitomi? Did she know what would happen? Hitomi stared up at him as he drew near and then lowered her eyes.
"Van, what I'm about to do is probably going to be really strange for you. I don't want it to be weird, so why don't you close your eyes."
Van smiled goofily and thought he knew what was happening, "Alrighty!" he exclaimed and willingly closed his eyes, half expecting his pants to be pulled down. Instead, he felt a huge breeze that ruffled his hair and felt strangely warm and inviting. Something soft tickled his cheek and he hoped it was her hair.
"OK," whispered Hitomi nervously, "You can look." Van opened his eyes and stared at Hitomi. She was radiant. She was glowing. She was so beautiful. She… had wings!
"Hitomi…" breathed Van as he reached for a wing. Hitomi colored a bit at Van's reaction and then murmured, "Let's go." She stepped on the window ledge and waited for Van to step up beside her. He stared up at her for a moment, enjoying looking up at her, instead of gazing down and found he liked this angle better. Hitomi offered her hand and he grasped it tightly, hopping up next to her, and standing extremely close, still clasping her hand. Hitomi glanced nervously up at him, then she looked forward. Van couldn't stop watching her. He suddenly felt a small, strong, warm arm around his waist and was ecstatic to discover she had enclosed him in an embrace. She looked up at him again and whispered, "You have to hold on to me." He nodded and enfolded her small body with his great arms. Hitomi felt a bit overwhelmed at this huge guy next to her but spread her wings, heard the familiar snap of the wind and leaped. Van screamed like a baby.
He dug his hands into Hitomi's back as they fell, and he tried to silence his cries. Van could feel the corded muscles of Hitomi's back strain against their descent and he watched in awe—finally done crying—as her wings strained with her muscles and finally caught a thermal. Hitomi's muscular back relaxed a bit as they soared and Van could now face forward. They were flying side by side, Van tightly holding on to Hitomi's waist and Hitomi tightly holding onto his shoulder and hip. Van marveled at their height and saw the forests of Fanela pass beneath them. He heard a crack and felt Hitomi stiffen.
"What was that?" he asked timidly
"My right wing. It's frozen. Damn, I hate when this happens, it's like a muscle cramp, or spasm. I hope it goes away soon." Hitomi continued flying placidly on and Van suddenly noticed they were losing altitude.
"Uh…Hitomi…"
"I know…I know…shut up so we can land."
Van quieted and waited in apprehension as they got closer and closer to the ground.
"Ow…Shit OW." Hitomi was very tense next to Van and he could feel her back rippling under the skin. He nervously held on tighter as they approached the treetops and tried to pull his feet up out of the leaves and branches. Hitomi pulled up, using her strength now and they descended. Van heard another crack and suddenly, Hitomi shrieked and they were falling. Van held on to her and scrunched his eyes closed, willing her to let them live. Hitomi held on tight to him and then they both heard the satisfying snap of wings being filled with air. However it was too late and Hitomi's wings were snagged on the surrounding branches.
"OWWW…" she cried then turned to Van and yelled, "I can't fly, we have to fall! My wings can't take this!" He nodded nervously, then a shower of white feathers floated down around them, and they fell.
Oooo, so exciting! I think Van and Hitomi should mack in this chapter. Everyone agree? Good. Too bad this isn't R rated…sigh…I think Van is so sexy…I would rape him if I saw him…erg, nevermind.
Van's headache was causing him to lose consciousness. He was blacking out and trying to look fierce at the same time, hoping Folken would just leave him alone. He tried to focus on one object; Hitomi was his main thought. Folken was yelling something at him. Van felt the psychic blast as Folken fired it and tried to cry out as he was lifted into the air. The pain raced from his head to his throat and neck and he realized Folken was choking him to death. The pain escalated until he knew he was about to die and then Folken remembered he needed Van so he let him go. Van crashed to the cold metal floor and immediately passed out. Folken sighed.
Bright, artificial, white light was staring Van in the face. He tried to move and found his joints were cold and stiff. His head still hurt, and there were bruises all over his body. Where was he? He sat up and examined the room he was in. It was small, and completely made of metal. He walked quickly to the door and tried it. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. Van crept quietly through the halls until he came to what appeared to be a hangar. Many different men in armor were strolling around one massive guymelef. It was red, with huge shoulders and claw-like hands. He inhaled sharply as he saw Dilandau and Hitomi. Hitomi was chained to the guymelef's leg and the Dragonslayers were prodding her with swords and knives. She was bleeding in too many places. Van became very, very angry. He assessed the situation, noticing a loose wire here, an abandoned blade there and then he charged off the side of the catwalk. He went flying through the air, cleanly grabbing hold of a wire and swinging to Hitomi's side. His ego swelled at this achievement and he stood proudly next to her, waiting for her to exclaim, "Oh Van!" and fall over him and hug him and kiss—"Van you stupid shit! Hurry up and get me out!" she shrieked tiredly. He hurriedly tried to unchain her, but there was a lock on the chain so it was somewhat difficult. She moaned as the dragonslayers closed rapidly in on them. Van straightened then whispered to Hitomi, "Hang on, I'll get us out of this mess." Hitomi blew out her breath and muttered, "Yeah, right." He dodged as best he could and managed to grab a loose sword off the ground. He stepped in front of Hitomi in a crouch-like manner and faced his opponents. There was perhaps more than six. He ignored this fact and prepared for battle. Thoughts raced in his mind such as, "I've never even been in a fist fight!" and "Why the fuck does all this shit happen to me?" They advanced on him—all grinning menacingly. Dilandau stood a little ways off and smirked, "Have fun, but Folken needs him. We can kill the queen." Van felt something snap inside him; Hitomi wasn't really the queen, he was the king, and she would have to find these things out and maybe die. He raised his eyes to Dilandau's face and called, "You're nothing Dilandau! I may be raised on Earth, from Earth, but I could kill you anytime!" Dilandau frowned, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He frowned more and his brow furrowed. He stepped forward and his frown turned into full-blow dilly-pickle anger: "What did you say?"
"I said I could kill you!"
Dilandau slowly walked toward him, his dragonslayers parting before him like water. He stopped when he stood directly in front of Van, blood garnet eyes staring directly into deep red-brown eyes.
"You could never kill me!" he smirked, gently slapping Van on his right cheek then turning away. Hitomi watched in disbelief. Van raised his sword and with a fierce roar, hurled himself at Dilandau.
Dilandau's sword was out so fast it was a blur of liquid silver. Their swords connected with an intense clang and golden sparks showered around them. Van gritted his teeth together in determination and held on with all his might. Dilandau was a couple inches taller than him and was definitely stronger. Van had more leg muscle. Dilandau giggled as Van pushed against him and whispered, "If you do kill me, you can have Hitomi all to yourself, I've already had her." Van's pupils contracted at these words and he felt something else snap inside him. If this continued, he'd be done snapping and just be dead, deflated, like a balloon without air.
"YOU LIE!" he screamed and broke their connection. He raced toward Dilandau again and felt something build up in his forehead. Dilandau parried with his gleaming sword and they clanged together once more. Dilandau wasn't looking the least bit tired and seemed to be enjoying himself as he sneered at Van, "Don't worry, she liked parts of it…always the best for the queen you know." Van couldn't take much more snapping. He slashed the sword as hard as he could towards Dilandau's abdomen but misjudged the distance and instead, nicked Dilandau's jaw. He froze as he saw the spot of blood well up form Dilandau's creamy complexion and waited to see what would happen. Dilandau froze also and tentatively fingered his jaw line. He raised his black leather glove to his face and studied his red fingertips. He raised his eyes to Van's face and growled, "My face…you cut…my FAAAACCCEEEEE!!!" And Van was afraid.
Hitomi called encouragement as she saw Dilandau turn into the maniac he truly was. She knew this was when he was at his strongest but also the time he did the most stupid things. "Van, attack him! He's in a blind rage! He's vulnerable!" Van was skipping and dodging around, hopping out of Dilandau's reach. Dilandau was swiping fast and furiously and screaming about his face. The dragonslayers had scattered out of Dilandau's way and were watching Van. Van felt the pressure build-up in the front of his forehead and wondered how he could get a headache in the midst of all this. Dilandau sliced at him and caught his arm; Van cried out and saw his blood pumping rapidly from his veins. He stifled his cries and turned toward Dilandau. This time as Dilandau swung the sword, Van caught it with his own and discovered the pain of trying to force Dilandau to die. Dilandau wouldn't stop screaming about his face and suddenly, Van was fed up. He had had it. Hitomi saw him falter and cried, "Van! Don't let him take control of you!" Van was annoyed; he was trying to sword-fight, and he never had, the girl he wanted to mack was trying to kill him, and this schizophrenic maniac was killing him. He felt the intense heat and force in his forehead again and suddenly, he knew. He faced Dilandau, dropping the sword, and watching as time slowed, and he forced the pressure to come out. An extreme heat wave passed through his head and he directed it at Dilandau. Amazingly, Dilandau was thrown ten yards away and lay there, motionless. Van stared, heaving, wondering how something so small could have thrown Dilandau so far and caused him to become extremely tired at the same time. Hitomi shrieked her approval then called, "Hurry, while he's down! Get me out and let's go!" Using his new psychic powers, Van blasted the chains off Hitomi and they took off running. Van decided to keep his sword.
They were racing down the halls, trying to find a way out, when they were met by a dead end: a large stained glass window was blocking their escape route. Van heaved a depressed sigh and mumbled, "Well, as long as we're going to be trapped here for the rest of our lives…" Hitomi interrupted him by knocking the glass out of the window with her small knife and leaning out so far that Van blushed at the sight of her bum. "Hitomi…?" She pulled herself back in and picked glass from her hands. "We can leave by this exit." Hitomi stated as Van stared at her.
"What? Are you insane?"
"No, just turn around for a second."
"What?"
"VAN!"
"Ok, ok.."
He turned around and wondered what she was doing…maybe she was undressing. Van's jaw went slack as he thought of these possibilities, running the scenarios through his head…Hitomi beckoning him with finger and tongue…Hitomi in a play-boy bunny outfit…Hitomi naked…"VAN!"
Van snapped back to reality as Hitomi pinched him hard, "Yeah…WHAT?!"
Hitomi was standing in her shorts…and not her shirt.
"What are you wearing?"
It was a weird kind of leather wrapping around her chest that served to make her somewhat flat. "What is that?" Hitomi colored and stumbled over her words…"It's just…uh…you know…so I don't…erm…fuck it! Just come here." Van trembled at the thought, go near a half naked Hitomi? Did she know what would happen? Hitomi stared up at him as he drew near and then lowered her eyes.
"Van, what I'm about to do is probably going to be really strange for you. I don't want it to be weird, so why don't you close your eyes."
Van smiled goofily and thought he knew what was happening, "Alrighty!" he exclaimed and willingly closed his eyes, half expecting his pants to be pulled down. Instead, he felt a huge breeze that ruffled his hair and felt strangely warm and inviting. Something soft tickled his cheek and he hoped it was her hair.
"OK," whispered Hitomi nervously, "You can look." Van opened his eyes and stared at Hitomi. She was radiant. She was glowing. She was so beautiful. She… had wings!
"Hitomi…" breathed Van as he reached for a wing. Hitomi colored a bit at Van's reaction and then murmured, "Let's go." She stepped on the window ledge and waited for Van to step up beside her. He stared up at her for a moment, enjoying looking up at her, instead of gazing down and found he liked this angle better. Hitomi offered her hand and he grasped it tightly, hopping up next to her, and standing extremely close, still clasping her hand. Hitomi glanced nervously up at him, then she looked forward. Van couldn't stop watching her. He suddenly felt a small, strong, warm arm around his waist and was ecstatic to discover she had enclosed him in an embrace. She looked up at him again and whispered, "You have to hold on to me." He nodded and enfolded her small body with his great arms. Hitomi felt a bit overwhelmed at this huge guy next to her but spread her wings, heard the familiar snap of the wind and leaped. Van screamed like a baby.
He dug his hands into Hitomi's back as they fell, and he tried to silence his cries. Van could feel the corded muscles of Hitomi's back strain against their descent and he watched in awe—finally done crying—as her wings strained with her muscles and finally caught a thermal. Hitomi's muscular back relaxed a bit as they soared and Van could now face forward. They were flying side by side, Van tightly holding on to Hitomi's waist and Hitomi tightly holding onto his shoulder and hip. Van marveled at their height and saw the forests of Fanela pass beneath them. He heard a crack and felt Hitomi stiffen.
"What was that?" he asked timidly
"My right wing. It's frozen. Damn, I hate when this happens, it's like a muscle cramp, or spasm. I hope it goes away soon." Hitomi continued flying placidly on and Van suddenly noticed they were losing altitude.
"Uh…Hitomi…"
"I know…I know…shut up so we can land."
Van quieted and waited in apprehension as they got closer and closer to the ground.
"Ow…Shit OW." Hitomi was very tense next to Van and he could feel her back rippling under the skin. He nervously held on tighter as they approached the treetops and tried to pull his feet up out of the leaves and branches. Hitomi pulled up, using her strength now and they descended. Van heard another crack and suddenly, Hitomi shrieked and they were falling. Van held on to her and scrunched his eyes closed, willing her to let them live. Hitomi held on tight to him and then they both heard the satisfying snap of wings being filled with air. However it was too late and Hitomi's wings were snagged on the surrounding branches.
"OWWW…" she cried then turned to Van and yelled, "I can't fly, we have to fall! My wings can't take this!" He nodded nervously, then a shower of white feathers floated down around them, and they fell.