Love can Change You 19
A/N: Well, It's here. The last chapter. You've all been great. Really! And so, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to you all who have reviewed. My only regret is that I never included a 'melef battle. Ah well. Life goes on. And now, I am pleased to bring you: the Epilogue. Enjoy!
Five years after the Destiny war, the city of Palas was rebuilt. People had flocked back to their homes with the news of the death of Emperor Dornkirk. Joy had swept through the streets as people came from miles around to witness the great victory celebration. But their return was also tempered with sadness. For in the last days of the war, King Aston of Asturia had contracted a deadly heart disease and died in his sleep.
The coronation of the new Queen, Millerna the kind, was a simple affair. It was held in a simple church in the city. There, surrounded by the people who loved her, Millerna had taken the oaths to protect those people and their country.
Work on the kingdom's reconstruction had begun at once. Roads were repaired, homes were built, hospitals formed, and food distributed. Army units swept through the forests and mountains, driving out the bandits and renegades soldiers from Zaibach.
Millerna herself went among the people, caring for them, binding their wounds. She stayed with them when they were sick and cried with them when their loved ones died. And soon, Millerna gained what few rulers of Asturia had gained: her people's love and respect.
That was two years ago. Now, a man waited inside the castle. He was tall and well muscled, with his raven-black hair falling about his face in disorder. His chocolate brown eyes would have seemed distant and hard to a watcher, but to those who knew him, they were warm and kind.
Twenty-year-old Van Fanel stood on the balcony of his room. He was remembering.
As he stood there, a knock came at the door. Not waiting for an answer, a tall young man entered the room. His blonde hair was perfectly level with the bottom of his ears and his face was known to drive women crazy. He wore his blue and black armour with pride, and a sword hung at his hip.
"Hey Van?" The young man spoke. "Your wife wants to see you."
Van turned around. "Alright Chesta. I'm coming."
The king stepped from the room, Chesta easily keeping pace. The two didn't want to disappoint the queen.
As he walked, Van remembered how he had asked Millerna to marry him. He smiled at the memory.
*** Flash back. ***
The new queen sat alone in the park, her moodiness seeming to communicate to the weather. Overcast clouds hung overhead, and a light fog drifted over the ground, dampening Millerna's dress, and leaving a fine coating of water on anything it touched.
'Why did I have to be queen?' Millerna brooded to herself. 'I always knew it was going to happen. But I never really believed it. Now what am I going to do? Already those damn advisors are badgering at me to get married!' She put her face in her hands and sighed. 'Life sucks.'
The crunch of a foot on grass approached and Millerna's head straightened. No matter who it was, she must never appear dismayed. That was what Eries had taught her.
To her vast relief, it wasn't another advisor come to bother her, or peasant come to wish her well. It was Van. Her friend walked alone, slowly, his hand fiddling with something in his pocket. He looked up and saw Millerna. For an instant, she could have sworn she saw panic in his eyes.
The Queen gestured. "Please, sit down. I'd appreciate some company." Reluctantly, Van sat down.
Millerna studied him in concern. She realised something was wrong with him. Something he wasn't telling her. Ever since Hitomi and Dilandau left, the two monarchs had been growing closer together, and had become.almost more then friends.
"So, what's it like being a queen now?" Van asked suddenly. Millerna blinked.
"It's alright, I guess. There's so much to get used to now, though. Ambassadors to meet, people to talk to, and my advisors are already clamouring for me to get married!"
Van flinched at the word 'married'. "Van, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Millerna. I'm okay."
Millerna shook her head, tossing about golden curls. "Don't try that Van. I've known you too long not to know when you're lying." She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "What is it?" She hazarded a guess. "Is it a monarch problem?"
Van smiled. "You could say that." Millerna patted his shoulder again.
"It's a terrible stress, isn't it? People always expecting the best, judging you."
"Never having a moments peace, or real time to yourself."
"Having to listen to the stupid demands of arrogant lords."
"Listening to people you'd rather throw out a window."
Millerna nodded and sighed. "It's lonely work being royalty."
Van hesitated. Then he reached deep inside himself and found the courage to speak. "Millerna.are you lonely?"
Millerna looked at him, not understanding. "Yes. I am. Are you?"
Van took a deep breath. "Yes Millerna. I'm lonely. I need someone to love me as I would love them, to take away this loneliness." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small box. Opening it revealed a sapphire ring. Getting down on one knee before her, he offered the ring. "And I would love for that someone to be you. Millerna Aston, will you marry me?"
Millerna gasped lightly and nearly fainted. She started to fall off the bench she sat on, and Van caught her. In that instant, she knew what she would say. Smiling up at the man she loved she said one simple word. "Yes."
For several seconds, Van did not comprehend what she said. But he understood fully when she kissed his lips warmly.
*** End Flash back. ***
In those moments, Van had learned how Hitomi must have felt.
The thought of her name brought the king back to the task at hand. Van hurried his pace and Chesta was forced to trot to keep up.
After some time of this speed walking, Van and Chesta came to the great hall where thirteen members of the mercenary unit known as the Dragonslayers waited. Chesta had just entered and Viole was helping Millerna. Folken, Naria, and Eriya were in Fanelia at the moment. This just left the rest.
Ryoun was reading something, Dallet was asleep, Gatti and Miguel seemed intent on getting drunk, and Guimel was sitting next to Merle telling her stories. One look at Merle's rapt, attentive gaze told Van all he needed to know, and he hid his smile. The rest of the slayers were playing cards.
All except for their leader.
Dilandau Albatou was pacing back and forth across the carpeted floor of the hall. Twenty years old, he was taller, but otherwise, not much different from when he was fifteen. His red eyes were bloodshot, indicating that he'd been drinking. But now he was smoking one of those cigarette things that merchants were selling these days. The pile of burnt out stubs indicated that he'd already had several.
Van walked up to his old rival. "You know, those things are bad for your health."
Dilandau just looked at him and took another puff. "Maybe, but they're calming my nerves."
"If you're calm, I'd hate to see you nervous, let alone scared as hell!"
Dilandau laughed and spit out his latest cigarette. He ground it beneath his heel. "Battles, dragons, suicidal experiences, THOSE I can handle! But this." He shuddered. "If I weren't already off the deep end, this would push me over."
Van nodded. He looked around. Chesta had gone to join the card game, and was winning.again. Miguel had got drunk and fainted, while Gatti was still hanging on by a thread. Ryoun had put down the book he was reading, picked up a heavy porcelain figurine, and suddenly slammed it against his head, knocking him out. "At least you're doing better then them. Did you see what Ryoun just did? Count yourself lucky that you're still conscious!"
Dilandau laughed briefly. "The poor guy's only half as worried as I am! They haven't been this worked up since Allen kidnapped Hitomi! And speaking of Allen" Dilandau became serious. "How is our playboy friend, anyway?"
Van shook his head. "The same as always, I'm afraid."
The two fighters shuddered to themselves. Ever since Allen had been arrested and discharged from the knights Caeli, he had been kept in the dungeon. But four years ago, when they told him about what happened to Refina, he had retreated into himself, not talking or listening to everyone. He would eat and relieve himself, but that was it. A year ago, Millerna had him moved to a hospital where they treated cases like his, but there had been no improvement.
"I wouldn't want to live like that." Dilandau said. "Maybe we're not helping him any letting him live."
Van shook his head. "Millerna's hopeful the doctors will find out what's wrong with him."
Dilandau smirked. "So you obey your wife's every whim, eh?"
"This coming from the guy who jumped off a cliff to get some flowers for Hitomi?"
"Hey! That cliff is the only place those flowers grow!"
"That didn't stop Hitomi from scolding you like a nine year old, now did it?"
The two men laughed. But their laughter cut off a bloodcurdling scream cut through the air.
Chesta threw his cards into the air. The unconscious Miguel and Ryoun awoke with a start. Merle leaped three feet into the sir, not quite coincidentally landing in Guimel's arms. Dilandau abandoned all dignity and ran like hell towards the sound, Van hot on his heels. The others soon followed.
***
Dilandau was panting for breath, fear permeating his entire being. What if something had gone wrong? Was she all right?? WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO???
Dilandau followed the trail of screams, grunts, and moans of agony to a door. Two guards stood in front of it.
"Hey! You can't come in here!" Said one guard, moving himself in Dilandau's way. The pyro grabbed the guy and threw him aside like a rag doll. Turning to the other, he said, "Get out of my way now!" The other guard didn't think twice, and Dilandau burst into the room.
Inside was a bed. Millerna, Viole, and three other women surrounded the bed. They were saying words in comforting voices. The three women looked up at the fire lord's entrance and scattered. This gave Dilandau a glimpse at the bed's occupant.
Hitomi, face clenched in concentration and screaming in pain, lay on her back, hair dangling in her eyes. Her swollen belly was bulging, and looked as if it was alive.
"Come on Hitomi." Millerna coaxed. "You're almost there. Just push a little harder!"
"You've never given up before, so don't give up now!" Viole added.
Their only response was a moan, and then a gasp from Hitomi. Suddenly high-pitched crying filled the room. Dilandau ran forward, and could only stare in amazement. Millerna smiled and gently picked something up. Turing to Dilandau, she said "Congratulations. You have a healthy son!"
The little baby stopped crying as he looked at his daddy. Dilandau couldn't believe his eyes! Something so small, so delicate, so beautiful.had come from him?
Hitomi smiled tiredly. She was about to say something when she screamed again.
Millerna looked in alarm at her patient. Turning to her patient, she gave a startled Dilandau his son.
Dilandau was terrified. How was he supposed to hold him? What if he dropped him?! Looking frantically at his son, he was suddenly calmed. Seeing the small boy, who looked like him, calmed his nerves. He smiled and tickled his son under the chin. It was amazing! He held a tiny replica of himself. He began to giggle with his son.
Then another voice rose above the rest. When Dilandau turned to Hitomi, he saw her holding a baby girl.
Millerna stood back by her husband, giving the couple some space. "Twins. She had twins! And they're so healthy and strong!"
"I couldn't have expected less, knowing their parents." Van smiled. Kissing his wife's hair, he just held her. "Looking at them makes me wish we had children." The two stood like that for a while.
Suddenly, Millerna turned around and faced her husband.
"Van, I'm pregnant."
Thunk. Van fainted dead away.
Millerna laughed. "Just kidding!"
***
The others had left. Hitomi and Dilandau were alone with their children. The boy looked like Dilandau, but he had emerald green eyes. The girl was the opposite, looking like Hitomi but with Dilandau's eyes.
"What do you want to name them?"
Hitomi thought about it. "I'd like to name the girl after my friend from Earth, if that's alright with you?"
Dilandau smiled. "Anything you want is great."
Hitomi turned to her daughter. "Then your name will be Yukari."
Dilandau held his squirming son gently. "And this energetic fellow will be named Setto." Setto nearly squirmed his way right out of Dilandau's hands.
Hitomi laughed. Then she looked thoughtful. "I'm glad we had them now instead of during the war. They'll be able to grow up without armies marching across their home, without soldiers stealing livestock, and they'll be able to grow up without the killing."
"They won't always have it easy, you know." Dilandau told her. "Some day someone will get upset at his neighbour. Then we'll have to fight again."
"I know." Hitomi sighed. "But all roads have a few bumps." She looked down at her daughter who was wriggling, a sign that she wanted to be fed. "And now, it's time for you to eat!" She bared a breast and fed her daughter, ignoring the looks Dilandau was giving her.
***
When her children were fed and sleeping in a hastily built crib, Hitomi and Dilandau watched the sunset. Her arms tightened about his waist, and his lips brushed her hair.
Both knew that hardships would strike again, and that they would have to deal with them when they came. But for now, they were happy.
"I love you Dilandau."
"I love you Hitomi."
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chesta watched from the doorway, smiling. 'I'm glad they're happy.' He thought. 'They deserve it.'
Turning, he began to walk down the hall, back to the slayers' guest quarters. As he walked, he reviewed his life. He was a skilled mercenary and member of the Dragonslayers, people respected and accepted him where they had once feared him, he was alive, which he probably would not be if he had remained with Zaibach, and it was all because of the changing of two people.
Gatti passed him in the hall. "Hey Chesta, did you see how weird Guimel is acting? He's humming to himself while he combs his hair."
"Oh really?"
Gatti blinked. "Maybe you didn't hear me. He's COMBING his HAIR! This is such a big change for him!"
Chesta just shrugged. "That's what love does." He walked away, Gatti staring at his back.
THE END
A/N: And so, I draw my epic tale of love and action to a close. And if you're looking for a substitute for Hitomi in Van/? pairings, don't forget that Millerna does exist! Or just ignore me and go your own way. The choice is yours. Anyway, once again, I say thank you for reading. Good bye!
(Credits)
A/N: Well, It's here. The last chapter. You've all been great. Really! And so, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to you all who have reviewed. My only regret is that I never included a 'melef battle. Ah well. Life goes on. And now, I am pleased to bring you: the Epilogue. Enjoy!
Five years after the Destiny war, the city of Palas was rebuilt. People had flocked back to their homes with the news of the death of Emperor Dornkirk. Joy had swept through the streets as people came from miles around to witness the great victory celebration. But their return was also tempered with sadness. For in the last days of the war, King Aston of Asturia had contracted a deadly heart disease and died in his sleep.
The coronation of the new Queen, Millerna the kind, was a simple affair. It was held in a simple church in the city. There, surrounded by the people who loved her, Millerna had taken the oaths to protect those people and their country.
Work on the kingdom's reconstruction had begun at once. Roads were repaired, homes were built, hospitals formed, and food distributed. Army units swept through the forests and mountains, driving out the bandits and renegades soldiers from Zaibach.
Millerna herself went among the people, caring for them, binding their wounds. She stayed with them when they were sick and cried with them when their loved ones died. And soon, Millerna gained what few rulers of Asturia had gained: her people's love and respect.
That was two years ago. Now, a man waited inside the castle. He was tall and well muscled, with his raven-black hair falling about his face in disorder. His chocolate brown eyes would have seemed distant and hard to a watcher, but to those who knew him, they were warm and kind.
Twenty-year-old Van Fanel stood on the balcony of his room. He was remembering.
As he stood there, a knock came at the door. Not waiting for an answer, a tall young man entered the room. His blonde hair was perfectly level with the bottom of his ears and his face was known to drive women crazy. He wore his blue and black armour with pride, and a sword hung at his hip.
"Hey Van?" The young man spoke. "Your wife wants to see you."
Van turned around. "Alright Chesta. I'm coming."
The king stepped from the room, Chesta easily keeping pace. The two didn't want to disappoint the queen.
As he walked, Van remembered how he had asked Millerna to marry him. He smiled at the memory.
*** Flash back. ***
The new queen sat alone in the park, her moodiness seeming to communicate to the weather. Overcast clouds hung overhead, and a light fog drifted over the ground, dampening Millerna's dress, and leaving a fine coating of water on anything it touched.
'Why did I have to be queen?' Millerna brooded to herself. 'I always knew it was going to happen. But I never really believed it. Now what am I going to do? Already those damn advisors are badgering at me to get married!' She put her face in her hands and sighed. 'Life sucks.'
The crunch of a foot on grass approached and Millerna's head straightened. No matter who it was, she must never appear dismayed. That was what Eries had taught her.
To her vast relief, it wasn't another advisor come to bother her, or peasant come to wish her well. It was Van. Her friend walked alone, slowly, his hand fiddling with something in his pocket. He looked up and saw Millerna. For an instant, she could have sworn she saw panic in his eyes.
The Queen gestured. "Please, sit down. I'd appreciate some company." Reluctantly, Van sat down.
Millerna studied him in concern. She realised something was wrong with him. Something he wasn't telling her. Ever since Hitomi and Dilandau left, the two monarchs had been growing closer together, and had become.almost more then friends.
"So, what's it like being a queen now?" Van asked suddenly. Millerna blinked.
"It's alright, I guess. There's so much to get used to now, though. Ambassadors to meet, people to talk to, and my advisors are already clamouring for me to get married!"
Van flinched at the word 'married'. "Van, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Millerna. I'm okay."
Millerna shook her head, tossing about golden curls. "Don't try that Van. I've known you too long not to know when you're lying." She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "What is it?" She hazarded a guess. "Is it a monarch problem?"
Van smiled. "You could say that." Millerna patted his shoulder again.
"It's a terrible stress, isn't it? People always expecting the best, judging you."
"Never having a moments peace, or real time to yourself."
"Having to listen to the stupid demands of arrogant lords."
"Listening to people you'd rather throw out a window."
Millerna nodded and sighed. "It's lonely work being royalty."
Van hesitated. Then he reached deep inside himself and found the courage to speak. "Millerna.are you lonely?"
Millerna looked at him, not understanding. "Yes. I am. Are you?"
Van took a deep breath. "Yes Millerna. I'm lonely. I need someone to love me as I would love them, to take away this loneliness." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small box. Opening it revealed a sapphire ring. Getting down on one knee before her, he offered the ring. "And I would love for that someone to be you. Millerna Aston, will you marry me?"
Millerna gasped lightly and nearly fainted. She started to fall off the bench she sat on, and Van caught her. In that instant, she knew what she would say. Smiling up at the man she loved she said one simple word. "Yes."
For several seconds, Van did not comprehend what she said. But he understood fully when she kissed his lips warmly.
*** End Flash back. ***
In those moments, Van had learned how Hitomi must have felt.
The thought of her name brought the king back to the task at hand. Van hurried his pace and Chesta was forced to trot to keep up.
After some time of this speed walking, Van and Chesta came to the great hall where thirteen members of the mercenary unit known as the Dragonslayers waited. Chesta had just entered and Viole was helping Millerna. Folken, Naria, and Eriya were in Fanelia at the moment. This just left the rest.
Ryoun was reading something, Dallet was asleep, Gatti and Miguel seemed intent on getting drunk, and Guimel was sitting next to Merle telling her stories. One look at Merle's rapt, attentive gaze told Van all he needed to know, and he hid his smile. The rest of the slayers were playing cards.
All except for their leader.
Dilandau Albatou was pacing back and forth across the carpeted floor of the hall. Twenty years old, he was taller, but otherwise, not much different from when he was fifteen. His red eyes were bloodshot, indicating that he'd been drinking. But now he was smoking one of those cigarette things that merchants were selling these days. The pile of burnt out stubs indicated that he'd already had several.
Van walked up to his old rival. "You know, those things are bad for your health."
Dilandau just looked at him and took another puff. "Maybe, but they're calming my nerves."
"If you're calm, I'd hate to see you nervous, let alone scared as hell!"
Dilandau laughed and spit out his latest cigarette. He ground it beneath his heel. "Battles, dragons, suicidal experiences, THOSE I can handle! But this." He shuddered. "If I weren't already off the deep end, this would push me over."
Van nodded. He looked around. Chesta had gone to join the card game, and was winning.again. Miguel had got drunk and fainted, while Gatti was still hanging on by a thread. Ryoun had put down the book he was reading, picked up a heavy porcelain figurine, and suddenly slammed it against his head, knocking him out. "At least you're doing better then them. Did you see what Ryoun just did? Count yourself lucky that you're still conscious!"
Dilandau laughed briefly. "The poor guy's only half as worried as I am! They haven't been this worked up since Allen kidnapped Hitomi! And speaking of Allen" Dilandau became serious. "How is our playboy friend, anyway?"
Van shook his head. "The same as always, I'm afraid."
The two fighters shuddered to themselves. Ever since Allen had been arrested and discharged from the knights Caeli, he had been kept in the dungeon. But four years ago, when they told him about what happened to Refina, he had retreated into himself, not talking or listening to everyone. He would eat and relieve himself, but that was it. A year ago, Millerna had him moved to a hospital where they treated cases like his, but there had been no improvement.
"I wouldn't want to live like that." Dilandau said. "Maybe we're not helping him any letting him live."
Van shook his head. "Millerna's hopeful the doctors will find out what's wrong with him."
Dilandau smirked. "So you obey your wife's every whim, eh?"
"This coming from the guy who jumped off a cliff to get some flowers for Hitomi?"
"Hey! That cliff is the only place those flowers grow!"
"That didn't stop Hitomi from scolding you like a nine year old, now did it?"
The two men laughed. But their laughter cut off a bloodcurdling scream cut through the air.
Chesta threw his cards into the air. The unconscious Miguel and Ryoun awoke with a start. Merle leaped three feet into the sir, not quite coincidentally landing in Guimel's arms. Dilandau abandoned all dignity and ran like hell towards the sound, Van hot on his heels. The others soon followed.
***
Dilandau was panting for breath, fear permeating his entire being. What if something had gone wrong? Was she all right?? WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO???
Dilandau followed the trail of screams, grunts, and moans of agony to a door. Two guards stood in front of it.
"Hey! You can't come in here!" Said one guard, moving himself in Dilandau's way. The pyro grabbed the guy and threw him aside like a rag doll. Turning to the other, he said, "Get out of my way now!" The other guard didn't think twice, and Dilandau burst into the room.
Inside was a bed. Millerna, Viole, and three other women surrounded the bed. They were saying words in comforting voices. The three women looked up at the fire lord's entrance and scattered. This gave Dilandau a glimpse at the bed's occupant.
Hitomi, face clenched in concentration and screaming in pain, lay on her back, hair dangling in her eyes. Her swollen belly was bulging, and looked as if it was alive.
"Come on Hitomi." Millerna coaxed. "You're almost there. Just push a little harder!"
"You've never given up before, so don't give up now!" Viole added.
Their only response was a moan, and then a gasp from Hitomi. Suddenly high-pitched crying filled the room. Dilandau ran forward, and could only stare in amazement. Millerna smiled and gently picked something up. Turing to Dilandau, she said "Congratulations. You have a healthy son!"
The little baby stopped crying as he looked at his daddy. Dilandau couldn't believe his eyes! Something so small, so delicate, so beautiful.had come from him?
Hitomi smiled tiredly. She was about to say something when she screamed again.
Millerna looked in alarm at her patient. Turning to her patient, she gave a startled Dilandau his son.
Dilandau was terrified. How was he supposed to hold him? What if he dropped him?! Looking frantically at his son, he was suddenly calmed. Seeing the small boy, who looked like him, calmed his nerves. He smiled and tickled his son under the chin. It was amazing! He held a tiny replica of himself. He began to giggle with his son.
Then another voice rose above the rest. When Dilandau turned to Hitomi, he saw her holding a baby girl.
Millerna stood back by her husband, giving the couple some space. "Twins. She had twins! And they're so healthy and strong!"
"I couldn't have expected less, knowing their parents." Van smiled. Kissing his wife's hair, he just held her. "Looking at them makes me wish we had children." The two stood like that for a while.
Suddenly, Millerna turned around and faced her husband.
"Van, I'm pregnant."
Thunk. Van fainted dead away.
Millerna laughed. "Just kidding!"
***
The others had left. Hitomi and Dilandau were alone with their children. The boy looked like Dilandau, but he had emerald green eyes. The girl was the opposite, looking like Hitomi but with Dilandau's eyes.
"What do you want to name them?"
Hitomi thought about it. "I'd like to name the girl after my friend from Earth, if that's alright with you?"
Dilandau smiled. "Anything you want is great."
Hitomi turned to her daughter. "Then your name will be Yukari."
Dilandau held his squirming son gently. "And this energetic fellow will be named Setto." Setto nearly squirmed his way right out of Dilandau's hands.
Hitomi laughed. Then she looked thoughtful. "I'm glad we had them now instead of during the war. They'll be able to grow up without armies marching across their home, without soldiers stealing livestock, and they'll be able to grow up without the killing."
"They won't always have it easy, you know." Dilandau told her. "Some day someone will get upset at his neighbour. Then we'll have to fight again."
"I know." Hitomi sighed. "But all roads have a few bumps." She looked down at her daughter who was wriggling, a sign that she wanted to be fed. "And now, it's time for you to eat!" She bared a breast and fed her daughter, ignoring the looks Dilandau was giving her.
***
When her children were fed and sleeping in a hastily built crib, Hitomi and Dilandau watched the sunset. Her arms tightened about his waist, and his lips brushed her hair.
Both knew that hardships would strike again, and that they would have to deal with them when they came. But for now, they were happy.
"I love you Dilandau."
"I love you Hitomi."
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chesta watched from the doorway, smiling. 'I'm glad they're happy.' He thought. 'They deserve it.'
Turning, he began to walk down the hall, back to the slayers' guest quarters. As he walked, he reviewed his life. He was a skilled mercenary and member of the Dragonslayers, people respected and accepted him where they had once feared him, he was alive, which he probably would not be if he had remained with Zaibach, and it was all because of the changing of two people.
Gatti passed him in the hall. "Hey Chesta, did you see how weird Guimel is acting? He's humming to himself while he combs his hair."
"Oh really?"
Gatti blinked. "Maybe you didn't hear me. He's COMBING his HAIR! This is such a big change for him!"
Chesta just shrugged. "That's what love does." He walked away, Gatti staring at his back.
THE END
A/N: And so, I draw my epic tale of love and action to a close. And if you're looking for a substitute for Hitomi in Van/? pairings, don't forget that Millerna does exist! Or just ignore me and go your own way. The choice is yours. Anyway, once again, I say thank you for reading. Good bye!
(Credits)