Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything in Vision of Escaflowne, or it wouldn't be a fanfiction. Don't sue me :D

synopsis: Several years after Escaflowne ended. Hitomi is a secretary in a large corperation. She has gradually over the years communicated with Van in Fanelia less and less...And suddenly a man has fallen into her lap (or she into his? o.O), and he keeps reminding her of Van. Why did he stop contacting her so very long ago?


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The tiny lights whizzed by in the tiny tunnel. Hitomi glanced at the man sitting beside her. He had black hair that was in need of a cutting...badly.

He looks juts like.. no.. couldn't.. Van??

The man ceased squeezing the rain from his hair tendrils and glanced up at her.

Oh God.. he has such beautiful brown eyes...

He raised an eyebrow at her, and spoke. Uhm... is something wrong?

Hitomi blinked and looked at her umbrella end. Suddenly it was very interesting, the sheer mechanics of an umbrella...

No, no its nothing. You just reminded me of someone I knew a few years back.

The man just nodded, and smiled slightly. Hitomi caught his smile, and blushed, turning back to her umbrella.

He thinks I am nuts...


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The young woman's door opened slowly, and the warmth of the apartment welcomed her home. She took the man's bright red coat, and with her own put them both on the coat rack to dry. Sighing, Hitomi realized her blouse underneath had been soaked and clung snuggly to her breasts.

She glanced around, and he was obviously trying not to blush or look. She smiled and walked towards her bedrom and closed the door. Hastily changing so as to not leave him alone for too long, she glanced at her closet. Her school uniform from High School was in a box on the high shelf, along with other things from her earlier years. Diary, old things from friends, teddy bears she could not throw away but didn't want hanging about, and various clothes she loved too dearly to trash.

It had been so long...

She snapped back into reality, and realized she had left that strange man in her living room too long. Her soft, baggy shirt left everythign to the imagination, and she grinned at her slightly oversized jeans. They were very comfortable.

Opening the door, she saw the man had taken off his shoes, and his wet socks, and was sitting on her tiny sofa...without a shirt. Hitomi blinked in surprize. This man was very well muscled, and he was very handsome. Her heart started to beat a little faster...

Uhmm.. What kind of tea do you like? I have several varieties? She smiled sweetly, trying to pass off her blushing face as her cheeks just being cheeks.

Whatever you want is fine. I just want something hot to drink. It's been a cold day. He smiled warmly at her.

Hitomi smiled, but wanted to make a face at him. She didn't really want to decide tea, but wanted to see what he would choose. Sometimes things like that denoted a bit of a person's personality.

She went into her little area, an picked the tea in the front closest to her arm. It was something berry, and she smiled. Berries were sweet, and she hoped it would show him a bit of her personality. He hadn't talked much on the train-ride, and she wanted to know him.

He is very odd... so much out of the drudgery my life has become. Wait.. what is his name even?

She poked out her head and looked at him. He was now standing up near her small mantle above her pithetic television set. A few trophies from High School days, and some random clutter nicnacks... nothing of interesting. She went to speak and stopped dead with er mouthing hanging open. He held a slender white feather gently between his hands. She saw that to his side the little stnad that held such a feather was empty.

He looked up at her, and grinned.

You like birds?

The question startled her, and she stammered. Walking out of the little kitchen area, she hastily snatched the feather from him and gently placed it in its place again.

I .. it.. it reminds me of someone. I have had it a long time. It's nothing really She smiled and regained her composure. I am sorry, I never asked you your name?



Hitomi blinked. It was so closed to Van.. yet.. That means gift, correct?

Gift from God, actually. But yes, he smiled. I am a gift...somehow. He cast his eyes down, his smiled faded to nothing.

Uhm.. Would you like something to eat? She had to break that mood.

Please. I've hardly had a bite to eat all day.

She grinned. Alright Evan, I have lots of food for such a small apartment. What would you like? I think I have some chicken stirfry I cooked last night, and I can make you a sandwich or some soup if you want more warmth?

He looked at her, very gently. The look suprized her and she blinked a couple times.

Could I have soup...and a sandwich?

Hitomi looked at him. She hadn't realized he was so lean.. too lean. He must have lied about eating at all.

Ofcourse you may. I have more than plenty. She smiled warmly and turned into the kitchen.

Van... This man makes me miss you. Why haven't you contacted me in so very long?

Did you say something? ...I thought I heard you say my name?

Hitomi jumped as she realized Evan had walked into the kitchen, and was standing behind her. She had spoken her thoughts aloud.


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Chapter uploaded *way* sooner than expected. Tale to take a new twist. Ooooo.. I decided to take it a different way then originally planned. It's better.. trust me :D

Also, if this is similar to anyone elses fic, I am sorry. I have only read about 3, and it was not based off anything but my own imagination. ^_^