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I don't have any rights; I don't own escaflowne, I don't own maaya sakamoto or yoko kanno or anyone. I wish. Anyway, THEY WILL MACK IN THIS CHAPTER. HALLELUJAH. And anyone who can give me the CORRECT def. of "mack" will win…10 pts! Yay! Oh, to that guy who wanted me to read his story; it was cool. I was reading it and was like, this is cool. But I still adore the movie version. I will always adore it. The end. Cool guys, I love all this happy commenting and support! Okay, enough with the kawaii shit. FUCK DAMN PISS CUNT. Be afraid. Oh yeah, it is now rated R. Wahahah. (what am I smoking, my homeskillets?!)

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3 Chapter 5

"Van?" Van opened his eyes and saw Hitomi above him. 'She's always here when I wake up,' Van thought. Hitomi smiled as he sat up and asked, "You okay? You passed out when we hit the ground." Van nodded and blushed when he saw Hitomi was still in her partial chest cover thinger. Hitomi's smile grew wider and she blushed too. Suddenly Van grabbed Hitomi and held her tight. She nestled into his torn, bloodied white shirt and listened to his heartbeat. Van said hoarsely, "Thank you for saving us. You're great." He squeezed his eyes shut as he thought of everything he would have to tell her soon. "Thank you." Hitomi pulled away and laid her hands on his arms as she looked up into his face. "It's you who should be thanked, Van. You came after me against unfair odds, you had faith in me. Thank you." Van smiled at her serene face and gently touched her cheek. "We're even then." Hitomi ducked her head and then returned to staring at him. 'I love her so much,' Van thought as he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss which was intruppted by a harsh yell and Hitomi bolting into a standing position.

The yell had been a hunter/warrior from the rebels of Fanela. Some recogonized Hitomi as their queen and Van was really uncomfortable at the thought of telling not just her, but everyone that he was their king. He held on to her hand the entire time they were going through introductions or instructions. Later, they had been seperated, washed and groomed and allowed to meet back up again. Van didn't want to leave Hitomi again and she felt the same way. As Van leaned back on the warm grass, his wounds patched as best the villagers' medics could fix, he wondered how such beautiful land could be so torn up by the Black Dragons. Hitomi was lying next to him, her head resting on his thigh.

"Van?"

"Yes?"

"We're not safe here."

"I know. I'm not scared."

They lapsed into silence and Van hummed one of his favorite songs from back home. Hitomi listened to the tune then asked, "What are the words?" Van smiled and closed his eyes as he softly sung the song.

"Kore kara no koto kangae nagara

Itsu no ma ni ka nete shimatta toki

Kowarenai to omotte 'ta mono ga

Akkenaku kowarechatta toki

Waza to warui koto wo shitai toki

Yuuyake ga mune ni hiatta toki

Kimi wa boku nanda

Boku wa kimi nanda."

Van opened his eyes and was surprised to find wetness creeping from the corners of his lashses. He wiped them away before Hitomi saw. Hitomi was staring at him in wonder, "What does it mean?" she asked. Van laughed as he remembered Hitomi didn't undertsand Japanese. He replied, "It's in my home language-Japanese. What does it mean? It means what it says." Hitomi let it drop and she looked past him to the sky. Van flopped back on the warm grass and watched the clouds too. A bird flitted above them as the clouds blew hurridely along and Van closed his eyes. He felt a warm hand on his arm and he opened his eyes. Hitomi had stood up and was watching the bird. Van felt something roll in his stomach and realized he had to tell her about their pasts now. He stood too.

"Van, have you ever felt you were being watched?"

"Feeling paranoid are we?"

"Answer."

"Yes, I have."

"Do you ever feel as if I was watching you, from the inside out?"

"What?"

"Lately, Van, I've been feeling a connection with you I have never experienced before. It's like I know your thoughts. There was once a legend I heard, when I was a young girl, that I wasn't the real queen. That something had happened and I had replaced the royal family." Van cringed. "I never believed it. I never will. I do know that I must kill Folken and Dilandau. Then peace will be restored again. Folken had a connection with the old kingdom—my old kingdom, and he must be destroyed. Dilandau I just hate. Van, to defeat them I do need your help. You must have some power. We need Escaflowne. Can't you summon him?" Van looked away from her earnest and hopeful face and tried to muster up the courage to tell her he was king, but he didn't know how to control escaflowne.

"Hitomi…I…"

Suddenly a shrill whistle sounded from the woods and Hitomi looked up. A warrior came charging up within the woods and shouted, "You must fly to Tourishina! Fly, my queen! The Blackdragons advance!" Hitomi frowned and turned to Van. "We should go." He nodded and waited for her wings to sprout. They did and he was awed by the awesome wing-span and white feathers that showered them. She smiled, held out her hand, and they flew into the sky.

As they touched down on the outskirts of Tourishina, Van noticed how arrid the surrounding land was, almost desert-like conditions. They creeped into the city under cover of darkness and Hitomi gave a stifled cry; they spotted the Abarhaki caravan just as they entered the gates. "Allen and everyone must be here." Van breathed. They crept around the caravan and boarded it. Van snuck after Hitomi, down the halls toward the bunkrooms. They slowly peered into one of the bunk rooms and saw Gaddes sprawled on a cot. They smiled at each other and left as Gaddes emitted an ear-wrenching snore. Hitomi led the way to her old bunk and Van was astounded when he saw the inside. It was just a mat on the ground with many blankets. "This is where you sleep?" he asked quietly. Hitomi nodded, closed the door, and kneeled on her mat. She sat crosslegged and said, "I feel more comfortable when I'm closer to the ground. I don't know why." Van smiled and sat next to her. They were facing each other and Van was aware of his rising temperature as a result of his sitting on a bed-mat with Hitomi. Only the light of the moon and earth shone through her small window and Van was glad. "What will we do in the morning?" he whispered. Hitomi shrugged, "Tell them we're back, and warn them of the Black Dragon Clan's approach." Van nodded calmly and glanced out the window. He couldn't take it anymore, he just HAD to mack her! He slowly reached for her hand and asked, "Hitomi, am I spending the night with you?" Hitomi looked at him, her luminous green eyes full of trust. She nodded shyly. He smiled and pulled her to him. Hitomi tilted her head to receive his kiss and shivered as their lips connected. "Are you cold?" murmured Van as he pressed his lips to her ear. She shook her head and replied softly, "I am so glad we are together, that's all." Van chuckled quietly and kissed her cheek, slowly making his way down her jaw line to her mouth again. Hitomi responded more readily and with more passion to his kisses. Van moved his hand from her waist to her arm to just below her boobie. Hitomi inhaled sharply and Van backed off a bit. However, Hitomi pressed herself into him and he was surprised when she was the one to break the lip barrior. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and Van felt his insides jump as the electrifying touches of their skin and mouths set his nerves on fire. He had to back off to calm himself down but Hitomi was reaching for him again and he obliged. They reclined together back onto Hitomi's bed, Van on top. Hitomi encircled his neck with her small arms and let him move his kisses from her mouth to around her neck and down her collar bone. Van paused as he reached her wrapped chest and glanced up at her. She blushed, but he couldn't see, and she quickly pulled at the wrappings. Van tugged his shirt off as Hitomi helped him, both aware of the urgent nature of their needs. They melded into one as their skin caught fire from the heated exchanges between them. Hitomi was gasping for breath by the time the next five minutes rolled around. Van rested for an instant, his head on her naked chest. Hitomi idly stroked his head as Van fumbled with their pants. He managed to get his off, but couldn't quite figure out Hitomi's. Finally, out of frustration and hornyness, he ripped them off with his teeth. "Van!" cried Hitomi. Van glanced sorrowfully up at her, a half smile on his face. Hitomi laughed as he climbed back on top of her and pulled the covers over them both. He snuggled into her chest and whispered, "Tell me a story." Hitomi smiled than asked, "What, all tired out, not going to finish what you started?" Van blew a rasberry into Hitomi's neck and replied, "I would, but you would be afraid of my manlyness!" Hitomi laughed again and stroked his hair. Van relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of their flesh on flesh. "Tell me a story," he whispered sleepily. Hitomi swallowed and Van felt her throat move. "Alright. I will. Once upon a time there was a princess. She was very pretty. Her hair was long and black. Her eyes sparkled like rubies. One day, she got lost in the woods; she didn't have any idea where she was. Finally, she emerged onto a sort of pathway. Little children were playing with sticks and balls. They were dressed in strange clothing; uniforms of red and blue." Van's eyes widened as he realized what Hitomi was talking about. "The princess stopped and asked where she was. The children smiled and shrugged. The princess kept walking. She encountered tall buildings made of glass. And…and many many people. She was so lost, she didn't know where she was. She was lost…" Hitomi faltered and searched her memory for the words to the story. Van raised his head and asked, "How did you think of this story, Hitomi?" Hitomi looked at the ceiling and replied, "I don't know. I…I remember them from somewhere, but I don't know where. I…I just…" She stopped and pulled on a lock of Van's raven hair, feeling the tip of it with her fingers. She suddenly smiled. "You have split ends." Van smiled and resolved he wouldn't tell Hitomi about their pasts. Maybe someday, but not now. She had too much to handle. He kissed her on the lips and she pulled him towards her. Her story unfinished, they proceeded into the night.