eheeeheeeheee, yet another chapter, this is wonderful. We were actually stuck for a day, then we figured out something plotless and decided to write some more to Mary Sue (took a good two minutes). Any ideas equal good ideas, so yeah, make suggestions in the review and we will probably use it (even if it doesn't make sense). Thanks and enjoy!!

Disclaimer: We do not own Escaflowne, sad as that is. Also, Mary Sue is technically not ours cause we based her off of many fanfictions. However, her stupidity is ours. We also own ourselves (Numair: We do?).

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Chapter 3: Coming To Terms

Our volumtous breasted heroine slowly opened her emerald green eyes, blinking at the sudden light which had hit her eyes. Sitting up slightly, she noticed that she had been changed and she was no longer in the forest.

"I must be in the Fanelian castle," whispered Mary Sue, "I reconginze the woodwork."

[Numair: Even though its a brand-new castle, we won't mention that]

"I see that my night angel has awoken," smirked a voice.

Mary Sue turned around to find a siloutette in the doorway, long hair blowing in the breeze. Sunlight poured forth as the figure marched forward, kneeling beside her bed.

"Allen-san," mutted Mary Sue, reaching out a hand to touch him, thinking that perhaps it was another vision.

"Don't move, love, you got a bad owie," cooed Allen, putting his hand upon her face...

[Anne: eheeheeeheee, Allen is stupid...

Numair: Knock it off! I won't let you write Allen parts if you keep this up!

Anne: *whimper*]

"Don't move, love, you are seriously injured," corrected Allen, glaring at Anne while removing Mary Sue's bra...

[Numair: ANNE! *yanks keyboard away and starts typing*]

...while taking her hand in his own. She felt weak, and lay back against the soft downy pillows. Glancing up at the ceiling, she pondered last chapter's events. Where had that mysterious power come from? All she could recall was the determination to save Allen and Van, and then...

Stabbing pain shot through her. She bit her lip in attempt not to cry out, but could not hold back her tears. Mary Sue didn't want Allen to see her so weak like this!

Too bad. Allen reached out and gently turned her head to face him.

"It's all right, let it all out." Allen whispered kindly. His blue eyes sparkled with warmth, deep pools of love and honour and other crap. Mary Sue felt...

[Anne: (from floor) "...bile rise in her throat"]

...and puked all over Allen! I mean...shut up Anne! Ahem...a sudden feeling in her wounded chest. This feeling spread all through her being, making her gasp with sudden realization. Could this be love?

Allen leaned forward slightly, and she reached up, her slim arms wrapping around his neck. Their lips were only a breath apart when...

"No!" gasped Mary Sue, pushing him away slightly. "I can't Allen." She was such a fool! How could she, a person with such a horrible tragic life-altering past ever know love!?

"What is it my love?" Allen said, anguish, hurt, and all sorts of other adjectives in his voice.

"N-nothing..." she replied, turning her head away.

"I know your hiding something from me, Mary Sue." he said softly.

[Anne: oh yeah, they've known each other for a whole two minutes, but he can 'tell'

]

She was silent a moment, hiding her tear stained face in the pillow. How could he? He was so cruel! "No...it's nothing..."

"All right. But remember Mary Sue, if you have a problem, you can always come to me. I'll always be here for you."

They then proceeded to scrump like bunnies!

[Anne: NUMAIR! *yanks keyboard back*

Numair: eheeheeheeeee]

The scene changes to the garden of the palace (since Anne and Numair seem to enjoy doing bad things to Allen...). Van practices his sword skills while Merle watchs. Van finds that when he practiced his sword skills he left all the wordly problems behind.

"Van-sama, daijoubu?"

[Anne: arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.

Numair: You wrote it.

Anne: I'm making a point!]

"Oh, Merle, I didn't see you there," Van said, stopping from playing with sharp objects for two minutes.

"You haven't seemed like yourself lately, Van-sama!" purred Merle, rubbing up against his shin.

"Oh Merle, I've just felt so lonely lately... I mean, with all that has happened..." Van started then turned away, hurt.

"What about Hitomi?"
DING.

"Oh yeah, where is Hitomi?" said Van casually, completely forgetting about what happened to her yesterday.

"Perhaps we should go look for her," started Merle, looking up at Van with concerned filled eyes. After all that they had been through they deserved some happiness. Although at first she had not trusted the girl from the mystic moon, slowly she had developed a friendship with her. Now she felt as though Hitomi were a long lost sister, much like Van felt like a brother. I mean, they had grown up together and all. Van was her first crush, silly puppy love almost. Chuckling, Merle mentally corrected herself, kitten love. When her parents had died, hit by a fruit truck, it has left her scarred for life. She had been all alone, fearing fruit in all shapes and sizes (hence she distusted Allen), but then a light shone suddenly into her dark existance. She had met Van. Although at first they were only friends, she developed a crush on him with the development of puberty. Once, when she was....

[Numair: *coughs* Too long...]

"I'm sure she'll show up eventually." Van said dismissingly. "Shall we go have lunch?"

"Yay!" exclaimed Merle, latching herself onto his arm, forgetting Hitomi completely.

Elsewhere Hitomi dragged her bloody form through the forest.

"I'm sure that everyone is really worried.... I blacked out for awhile there, probably from hitting that tree. Something must of happened to Van and the others," whispered Hitomi, coughing up blood.

A twig snapped behind her. Turning around, she heard wolves howl.

Elsewhere, in a dark corner of an evil room in the darkest corner someone coughed.

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dun dun dun! That was soooooo..... stupid. Had to add the romance, also had to ... *pauses* What are we listening to? (Numair: Shmarya and his wonderful song Nekadesh!).... yeah... tease the idea that whenever Van and Hitomi are together you can't get them apart with a steel rod. Basically, we made fun of all romance in general. Sorry to those who write romance fics.... it was all Numair *points finger* (Numair: HEY! *insulted*).

Stay tuned for the next chapter, "The Pyro's New Toy."