cHAPTER tHREE (tHIS CAPS-LOCK SUCKS HOW DO i TURN IT OFF? oH, NOW i see.
Yay, it's off!)
Um, let's do that again, shall we?
Chapter Three, Anxiety: Hitomi Remembers
I don't own either Vampire Princess Miyu or Escaflowne. I wish I did, though. Now let's hope that d- -n caps-lock doesn't turn back on. Sorry for the language, but u know, I use it enough in my stories so who really cares? As long as I'm not saying it out loud.
Hey, when does your school term end? (I'm just asking. If anyone thinks this is perverted then they need a new brain.)
So, let's begin with a basic (And hopefully brief!) synopsis.
Recap: Hitomi is a demon who hunts down other demons
She's destined to remain alone for all eternity, yet now you throw Van in the mix.
Van's a former stray demon who fought Hitomi and lost. They accidentally created a blood pact and so now they're together. But that's not all: apparently Van has some 'feelings' for Hitomi, but he knows that she doesn't really want (or so it appears) someone to love her. And Hitomi herself doesn't know what Van thinks about her, and she thinks no one is allowed to love her because that was her prophesied destiny.
This chapter is going to be…interesting?
NOW (don't worry, caps-lock is NOT on,) let's begin!
Chapter Three: Anxiety, also titled, Hitomi Remembers.
Today's escape will consist of a mask
I found it in a bargain bin
Why do you ask?
Hitomi sighed as she adjusted her school uniform. She had seen so many changes in style—a thousand years ago, she was a servant in a dojo, and the master there had secretly taught her the arts. A thousand years ago, women did not attend schools. From a kimono to Western style and now the simple sailor suit that those in Gakuen stories wore. Long socks and loafers—nothing very special. Her face was an impassive mask, unreadable as a flint wall, as she vanished, only to reappear a block from her school. Appearing right inside the building was bound to draw attention.
Rosie cheeks and a smile
There's no shame in my game of denial
She made sure her bow was straight and that her shoes were spotless before beginning a slow gait to the front of the building.
"Hey, 'Tomi!" Myoshi called. Yukari and Kenji accompanied them, and, in his flashy red sports car, there was Arik. Toroshino was waiting with his bike, and Kenji ran to greet him. Yukari met Amano by the door of the school and they exchanged kisses. It's a disgusting transfer of saliva, Hitomi thought—but wistfully. I wish I had someone…
Don't you touch, move along
Keep your hands inside
Ask enough from afar
Enjoy the ride!
Myoshi waited for her by the school gates. When Hitomi reached her, she began to chat cheerfully about something; Hitomi wasn't really listening. Yukari waved goodbye to Amano and joined them—Kenji smiled at Toroshino and came, too. Hitomi listened to their chatter with one ear, meanwhile probing all her senses. Hunting for a demon. She needed something more to do than trigonometry.
It don't get much better than this!
There's the riff, here's the hook,
Where's the myth?
The myth was here. Demons ceased to exist in the daytime, melding into silly human activities and awaiting the darkness—when they could strike. And they would. Hitomi herself found school life frivolous and boring. She had been through trig at least a thousand times—once every year, a thousand years, constantly changing schools and constantly changing last names. She had once been Uchida Hitomi. Once been Sussanu Hitomi. A thousand times, over and over. She didn't remember her original first name. This year, though, she was Kanzaki Hitomi. She liked the sound of it. If she wanted to keep the same name, she would simply move to a new location, a new school. She'd been in Kyoto, in Tokyo, in Hiroshima, even once lived in a cave just above the Hot Springs of Mt. Fuji. It never ceased to amaze her, however, at how many discoveries in mathematics humans made in the space of a century. The twentieth century had been phenomenal in discoveries—and the twenty-first, which was now, seemed to be rather promising.
Manning my station,
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
She doodled on her paper as she waited for the infamous "Mouth", Mr. Tolkien (A/N: Yes, Tolkien!) to finish his notorious 'exam preparation' speech, otherwise known as "A Talk to Freak You Out With," blabbering on and on about exams and life's meanings and so on and so on… (A/N: Another note, none of my teachers are like that! They rock the house!) Unconsciously, she drew a demon, a crude drawing of the dust cloud she had faced a few weeks ago.
Beaten down on all fours
And they'll stare as they pass
Please don't feed or provoke
Or tap on the glass
Hitomi waited patiently until class had finished before crumpling her notes up and tossing them in the trash can, feeling a bit worried at how realistic her drawing had seemed. Mr. Tolkien asked to see her after class and she nodded silently, stuffing her hands into her pockets and waiting for the rest of the class to file slowly out. Yukari threw her a sympathetic glance.
"Ms. Kanzaki, I've found your interest in class very disturbing," 'The Mouth' told her.
Hitomi didn't answer.
"You've been drawing the whole period. Then you threw your notes out. Do you realize how important those will be when you want to study for the exam?"
She had never needed to study, usually acing the exams and getting the top score.
"Mr. Tolkien, I'm really not feeling well," she said stiffly.
"I see. In that case, you should go down to the nurse. Perhaps she will have some medicine for your laziness," Mr. Tolkien said, equally stiffly. Hitomi nodded, quiet, and walked out. She thought of Van, of her home on the roof, and sighed, thinking of Van again. Her stomach did something strange. Perhaps I am ill, she mused.
Bet you never felt quite like that
You could say don't complain where I'm at
She walked to the window, looked left and right to make sure no one was coming, then opened it and threw herself out. Halfway to the ground she disappeared and reappeared on the ground, safe. Taking off at a run, she headed to her home. Running was good, and she liked it.
You won't see me cry
Her loneliness was pulled away in that split second, and she felt a sense of absolute joy at the cool breeze slapping her face, at her short hair blowing into her eyes, and at the wonderful freedom that running gave her.
You won't see me die
The rhythmic pumping of her legs and arms quickened and she ran faster, breaking into a sprint. The trees whirled by her moving body. She wanted to go home, but she wanted to run. Running took her mind off of things—things like demons and banishing, things like sadness and the pain of being alone for all eternity. She decided to stop off at the school track and do a few laps; there was no one around to see her, anyway.
The escapade still exits of the task
Of pullin' off a miracle—out of my @$$
Hitomi ran, her footfalls light and quick. She went like wind around the track, once, twice, thrice, over and over. She could never tire of this. But it was time to either return to school or go home, and she chose home. Mr. Tolkien was an idiot, at any rate.
It don't get much better than that
A savvy fox, a loyal dog, a sunny cat
Van was waiting for her on the roof. He understood as she sent him a nervous, slightly apologetic glance.
"School was rough today?"
"Yes. That Tolkien is such a—"
"You don't need to elaborate," Van said pointedly.
"That's true…" Hitomi whispered. She settled down comfortably on the roof. "I was out running again."
"Running?" Van raised an eyebrow, from behind his mask.
"It takes my mind off of things. I feel so…"
"Free," Van finished for her. Practicing his sword skills was pretty much the same thing, though it involved less—well, running. "You should really be on the track team for your school, Hitomi."
"I know, but from what I hear the coach is a total—"
Van interrupted again. "You usually do not believe what you hear, Hitomi."
"Right again…" her eyes smiled faintly. "I usually pass my exams, anyway."
"Oh. So your professor is bothering you about the exams? Hitomi, you passed all of them with flying colors. Why should you be worried?"
"I'm not," Hitomi said. "It's that simple." She sighed, and turned from him.
"Is something wrong, Hitomi?"
"No," she said coldly, "nothing's wrong."
Manning my stations
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
Force Field ©, Smashmouth
I know it was short. Chapter four should be up in a few days, maybe even just one day. So check again tomorrow, ya never know. About the song…I just thought it was appropriate. Hitomi is putting a mask on to hide her true feelings, and the force field is hers. She's trying to block everyone out. I don't know if the song is really depressing, because it starts out that way, but in some lines it seems rather cheerful (enter the running part. Besides, you all know that Kanzaki here is a runner!) I wanted that to be in there because some songfics are cool…and I wanted this to be cool. I chose Smashmouth because they're my fav band. (They're also the only band she can name!) sister snickers evilly. (Hey! I heard that! I also like Celine Dion—A New Day has come, or somethin' like it. Touched by an angel in love, that's what one line goes. It's just like Escaflowne, because Hitomi is literally touched by an angel in love—Van!)
Um, let's do that again, shall we?
Chapter Three, Anxiety: Hitomi Remembers
I don't own either Vampire Princess Miyu or Escaflowne. I wish I did, though. Now let's hope that d- -n caps-lock doesn't turn back on. Sorry for the language, but u know, I use it enough in my stories so who really cares? As long as I'm not saying it out loud.
Hey, when does your school term end? (I'm just asking. If anyone thinks this is perverted then they need a new brain.)
So, let's begin with a basic (And hopefully brief!) synopsis.
Recap: Hitomi is a demon who hunts down other demons
She's destined to remain alone for all eternity, yet now you throw Van in the mix.
Van's a former stray demon who fought Hitomi and lost. They accidentally created a blood pact and so now they're together. But that's not all: apparently Van has some 'feelings' for Hitomi, but he knows that she doesn't really want (or so it appears) someone to love her. And Hitomi herself doesn't know what Van thinks about her, and she thinks no one is allowed to love her because that was her prophesied destiny.
This chapter is going to be…interesting?
NOW (don't worry, caps-lock is NOT on,) let's begin!
Chapter Three: Anxiety, also titled, Hitomi Remembers.
Today's escape will consist of a mask
I found it in a bargain bin
Why do you ask?
Hitomi sighed as she adjusted her school uniform. She had seen so many changes in style—a thousand years ago, she was a servant in a dojo, and the master there had secretly taught her the arts. A thousand years ago, women did not attend schools. From a kimono to Western style and now the simple sailor suit that those in Gakuen stories wore. Long socks and loafers—nothing very special. Her face was an impassive mask, unreadable as a flint wall, as she vanished, only to reappear a block from her school. Appearing right inside the building was bound to draw attention.
Rosie cheeks and a smile
There's no shame in my game of denial
She made sure her bow was straight and that her shoes were spotless before beginning a slow gait to the front of the building.
"Hey, 'Tomi!" Myoshi called. Yukari and Kenji accompanied them, and, in his flashy red sports car, there was Arik. Toroshino was waiting with his bike, and Kenji ran to greet him. Yukari met Amano by the door of the school and they exchanged kisses. It's a disgusting transfer of saliva, Hitomi thought—but wistfully. I wish I had someone…
Don't you touch, move along
Keep your hands inside
Ask enough from afar
Enjoy the ride!
Myoshi waited for her by the school gates. When Hitomi reached her, she began to chat cheerfully about something; Hitomi wasn't really listening. Yukari waved goodbye to Amano and joined them—Kenji smiled at Toroshino and came, too. Hitomi listened to their chatter with one ear, meanwhile probing all her senses. Hunting for a demon. She needed something more to do than trigonometry.
It don't get much better than this!
There's the riff, here's the hook,
Where's the myth?
The myth was here. Demons ceased to exist in the daytime, melding into silly human activities and awaiting the darkness—when they could strike. And they would. Hitomi herself found school life frivolous and boring. She had been through trig at least a thousand times—once every year, a thousand years, constantly changing schools and constantly changing last names. She had once been Uchida Hitomi. Once been Sussanu Hitomi. A thousand times, over and over. She didn't remember her original first name. This year, though, she was Kanzaki Hitomi. She liked the sound of it. If she wanted to keep the same name, she would simply move to a new location, a new school. She'd been in Kyoto, in Tokyo, in Hiroshima, even once lived in a cave just above the Hot Springs of Mt. Fuji. It never ceased to amaze her, however, at how many discoveries in mathematics humans made in the space of a century. The twentieth century had been phenomenal in discoveries—and the twenty-first, which was now, seemed to be rather promising.
Manning my station,
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
She doodled on her paper as she waited for the infamous "Mouth", Mr. Tolkien (A/N: Yes, Tolkien!) to finish his notorious 'exam preparation' speech, otherwise known as "A Talk to Freak You Out With," blabbering on and on about exams and life's meanings and so on and so on… (A/N: Another note, none of my teachers are like that! They rock the house!) Unconsciously, she drew a demon, a crude drawing of the dust cloud she had faced a few weeks ago.
Beaten down on all fours
And they'll stare as they pass
Please don't feed or provoke
Or tap on the glass
Hitomi waited patiently until class had finished before crumpling her notes up and tossing them in the trash can, feeling a bit worried at how realistic her drawing had seemed. Mr. Tolkien asked to see her after class and she nodded silently, stuffing her hands into her pockets and waiting for the rest of the class to file slowly out. Yukari threw her a sympathetic glance.
"Ms. Kanzaki, I've found your interest in class very disturbing," 'The Mouth' told her.
Hitomi didn't answer.
"You've been drawing the whole period. Then you threw your notes out. Do you realize how important those will be when you want to study for the exam?"
She had never needed to study, usually acing the exams and getting the top score.
"Mr. Tolkien, I'm really not feeling well," she said stiffly.
"I see. In that case, you should go down to the nurse. Perhaps she will have some medicine for your laziness," Mr. Tolkien said, equally stiffly. Hitomi nodded, quiet, and walked out. She thought of Van, of her home on the roof, and sighed, thinking of Van again. Her stomach did something strange. Perhaps I am ill, she mused.
Bet you never felt quite like that
You could say don't complain where I'm at
She walked to the window, looked left and right to make sure no one was coming, then opened it and threw herself out. Halfway to the ground she disappeared and reappeared on the ground, safe. Taking off at a run, she headed to her home. Running was good, and she liked it.
You won't see me cry
Her loneliness was pulled away in that split second, and she felt a sense of absolute joy at the cool breeze slapping her face, at her short hair blowing into her eyes, and at the wonderful freedom that running gave her.
You won't see me die
The rhythmic pumping of her legs and arms quickened and she ran faster, breaking into a sprint. The trees whirled by her moving body. She wanted to go home, but she wanted to run. Running took her mind off of things—things like demons and banishing, things like sadness and the pain of being alone for all eternity. She decided to stop off at the school track and do a few laps; there was no one around to see her, anyway.
The escapade still exits of the task
Of pullin' off a miracle—out of my @$$
Hitomi ran, her footfalls light and quick. She went like wind around the track, once, twice, thrice, over and over. She could never tire of this. But it was time to either return to school or go home, and she chose home. Mr. Tolkien was an idiot, at any rate.
It don't get much better than that
A savvy fox, a loyal dog, a sunny cat
Van was waiting for her on the roof. He understood as she sent him a nervous, slightly apologetic glance.
"School was rough today?"
"Yes. That Tolkien is such a—"
"You don't need to elaborate," Van said pointedly.
"That's true…" Hitomi whispered. She settled down comfortably on the roof. "I was out running again."
"Running?" Van raised an eyebrow, from behind his mask.
"It takes my mind off of things. I feel so…"
"Free," Van finished for her. Practicing his sword skills was pretty much the same thing, though it involved less—well, running. "You should really be on the track team for your school, Hitomi."
"I know, but from what I hear the coach is a total—"
Van interrupted again. "You usually do not believe what you hear, Hitomi."
"Right again…" her eyes smiled faintly. "I usually pass my exams, anyway."
"Oh. So your professor is bothering you about the exams? Hitomi, you passed all of them with flying colors. Why should you be worried?"
"I'm not," Hitomi said. "It's that simple." She sighed, and turned from him.
"Is something wrong, Hitomi?"
"No," she said coldly, "nothing's wrong."
Manning my stations
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
Force Field ©, Smashmouth
I know it was short. Chapter four should be up in a few days, maybe even just one day. So check again tomorrow, ya never know. About the song…I just thought it was appropriate. Hitomi is putting a mask on to hide her true feelings, and the force field is hers. She's trying to block everyone out. I don't know if the song is really depressing, because it starts out that way, but in some lines it seems rather cheerful (enter the running part. Besides, you all know that Kanzaki here is a runner!) I wanted that to be in there because some songfics are cool…and I wanted this to be cool. I chose Smashmouth because they're my fav band. (They're also the only band she can name!) sister snickers evilly. (Hey! I heard that! I also like Celine Dion—A New Day has come, or somethin' like it. Touched by an angel in love, that's what one line goes. It's just like Escaflowne, because Hitomi is literally touched by an angel in love—Van!)