Disclaimer/ Author Notes: I want to get this over with now, I DO NOT OWN
ESCAFLOWNE!!!!!! I'd love to and have Van as my little plaything for my
sick and twisted kinky mind but I don't. *sniffle sniff *. Oh, when I was
researching my first two chapters for writing my third one, I realized I
was focusing on Van and Hitomi's hornyness and forgot all about poor
Nakami! And she's supposed to have a big part in this story too. Well, here
is a little chappy for her all to herself. Enjoy!
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Chapter IV: Nakami
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Sunlight bathed a certain small room down the hall near the royal chambers. Nakami laid in bed awake. Life here was so calming and the air was so fresh and clean here. Even the oxygen bars she and Hitomi would love to hit weren't this refreshing. She breathed in deeply to relish into the air while she could. A fiery red dress was laid out at the edge of the bed. 'Oh yeah, Van was supposed to take us around Fanellia.' she thought as she stretched. Her new nightgown felt great on her and she thought she looked great in it.
A bath was readied before she awoke so it was good and warm by the time she sank in. She washed up with a rose smelling soap and got out and changed. The dress had a slightly low neckline with white trimmings and yellow ribbons along the edges of the sleeves and the hem of the skirt. Her black hair was left in a loose flip and she put on her mascara.
"Today will be a long boring day. Just Van and Hitomi making out in the alleys while I'll be stuck walking by myself." she groaned.
Celena played with a little cat girl while picking flowers in the garden when Nakami walked up.
"Why hello Nakami, I'm glad you're up." she said as she strung a large blue chrysanthemum into a circlet and tied it all together. Nakami combed her long ebony tresses through her fingers. She wasn't in the mood to wait today for something she didn't even want to do and she had a bad feeling about going to the town today.
"Are Van and Hitomi coming today?" she said plain and simply.
"Van should be coming out any moment now. Just wait here, he said he would meet us here." Celena said as she passed the circlet to the little cat girl. 'Just what I thought, why does his royal highness have to be late to these kind of things. Wasn't he taught otherwise?' she thought grumpily as she had to wait.
Sure enough, Van came in soon with his red shirt in the painting and loose black leather pants. Hitomi held his hand happily wearing a soft blue casual dress with lace on the collar. Her short brown hair was curled up in a simple bun with curls on the sides of her face. They giggled and gave small kiss.
'And here are the lovebirds.' thought Nakami as she held on a fake smile.
" Are you ready Naka?" asked Hitomi after she wiggled free from Van's arms. This enraged Nakami further and she stood up wordlessly. Van and Hitomi shrugged this off and decided to go.
The streets of Fanellia were abnormally busy as people busily commuted through the roads to get to their homes or to the market. They walked around the city while Van boasted about Fanellia's prosperity and Hitomi 'ooh-ed' and 'ah-ed' while showering him with praise. The entire tour was uneasy for Nakami. That same uneasy feeling wouldn't go away. All of it was directed to Hitomi and she kept a nervous eye at everyone who even came close to them.
Van decided that they should take a small break at the town square. There was a large fountain and small ones around it. A park with lush greenery and flowers surrounded them. Birds flew around, singing happy tunes as they searched for mates. He and Hitomi ran off to find a dark corner to cuddle while they left Nakami to walk around by herself.
She huffed and looked around. Everything was too happy for her. It seemed that she was the only one who didn't have a boy holding her waist or to frolic with.
"Why didn't I decide not to go. All this is doing in making me grumpy." She said as she looked around for Hitomi. Not able to find them, she left by herself.
'Surely after they're done making out, they will have the decency to know that I have left.'
Along the road, the noise of hustle and bustle grew smaller and smaller. Everything became quiet as she walked trough a charred portion of the old Fanellia. Burned buildings held frailty together hung over her. The wind was chilly and only old feral cats and dogs ran along these crooked dirt roads.
Her mind flared at her in warning as she walked deeper into this neglected territory. She turned to walk back and was grabbed into an alley. A large bulky man shoved her against the wall and hit her head really hard. Her vision went fuzzy and all she could see was the man heaving her to the ground and ripping off the top of her shirt. Half of her skirt was shredded up to her upper thigh. She grabbed at her head as a pulsing headache grew stronger.
All of a sudden, there was a struggle between the man and another person. Someone fell to the ground and the other took a machete and stabbed the assaulter. The scene got too fuzzy to see as yells and sounds of the machete cutting flesh flooded her senses. The smell of raw blood made her gag as she felt herself growing faint.
Quickly, everything fell silent. Strong arms lifted her and walked out of the rank alley. The air became fresh as she was being carried out of the burned section of Fanellia and into the warm and sweet smells of the abundant gardens. She was gently slung over the person's back and she could feel the long dark silky strands of the man's hair pour over her face. He was silent the entire time and she began to ask him to identify himself but her splitting headache prevented her mouth from making legible words.
They rose slowly as if they were climbing a wall for a long time. He made a long jump down and landed in a large pond of water. Lack of energy prevented her from making a good effort to make it to the surface. Dripping of water weighed her down as her body fell slack. She remained in a dreamlike state when she was gently laid down in a fragrant spot of soft grass. The smell of roses and jasmine was abundant and she felt soothed as they were lulling her to sleep.
Cloth was rubbed up on her to dry her off gently. It was wrapped around her bare torso and what was left of her skirt was pulled together to cover her up the best that he could. The trench coat was wrapped around her like a warm blanket that covered her up to the middle of the lower part of her leg. Soft and gentle hands caressed her face and traced down her nose. She was held up a little and she could feel the peaceful beating of his heart in full liquid smooth beats. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and the tip of her nose.
Soft velvety lips caressed her in a small kiss. She raised a hand to his neck and drew him in to a more passionate kiss. He pressed her body closer to him and stroked her lips open with his tongue. Her hands stroked his mid back length hair and she met his tongue with hers as the kiss took more of a sensual course. A warm hand crept through the coat up to her breast and cupped it. She moaned and drew her head back so the man could kiss her neck.. He showered her neck in hot kisses and squeezed her breast slowly. Nakami moaned and nibbled on his ear softly.
He let go of her and, with a last stroke to her cheek, he left. Nakami's sweet reverie abruptly ended as she felt her headache rush back with an even greater force and she quickly passed out after.
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Author Notes: Okay, I wanted to make a big bad scene about Nakami being raped and all but I was tired of watching all of those kind of movies in Geography class. Especially if you've ever seen "A Time To Kill". I think that movie is too creepy. Well, I'm working on the fifth chapter right now! Hopefully, I can get at least 30 reviews before the fifth chapter comes out. Keep e-mailing me! I really appreciate it and it keeps me inspired. Also, I love my new Alanis Morisette CD "Hands Clean". I need to get "Jagged Little Pill". It has some of my favorite songs on it from her. Well bye!!!
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Chapter IV: Nakami
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Sunlight bathed a certain small room down the hall near the royal chambers. Nakami laid in bed awake. Life here was so calming and the air was so fresh and clean here. Even the oxygen bars she and Hitomi would love to hit weren't this refreshing. She breathed in deeply to relish into the air while she could. A fiery red dress was laid out at the edge of the bed. 'Oh yeah, Van was supposed to take us around Fanellia.' she thought as she stretched. Her new nightgown felt great on her and she thought she looked great in it.
A bath was readied before she awoke so it was good and warm by the time she sank in. She washed up with a rose smelling soap and got out and changed. The dress had a slightly low neckline with white trimmings and yellow ribbons along the edges of the sleeves and the hem of the skirt. Her black hair was left in a loose flip and she put on her mascara.
"Today will be a long boring day. Just Van and Hitomi making out in the alleys while I'll be stuck walking by myself." she groaned.
Celena played with a little cat girl while picking flowers in the garden when Nakami walked up.
"Why hello Nakami, I'm glad you're up." she said as she strung a large blue chrysanthemum into a circlet and tied it all together. Nakami combed her long ebony tresses through her fingers. She wasn't in the mood to wait today for something she didn't even want to do and she had a bad feeling about going to the town today.
"Are Van and Hitomi coming today?" she said plain and simply.
"Van should be coming out any moment now. Just wait here, he said he would meet us here." Celena said as she passed the circlet to the little cat girl. 'Just what I thought, why does his royal highness have to be late to these kind of things. Wasn't he taught otherwise?' she thought grumpily as she had to wait.
Sure enough, Van came in soon with his red shirt in the painting and loose black leather pants. Hitomi held his hand happily wearing a soft blue casual dress with lace on the collar. Her short brown hair was curled up in a simple bun with curls on the sides of her face. They giggled and gave small kiss.
'And here are the lovebirds.' thought Nakami as she held on a fake smile.
" Are you ready Naka?" asked Hitomi after she wiggled free from Van's arms. This enraged Nakami further and she stood up wordlessly. Van and Hitomi shrugged this off and decided to go.
The streets of Fanellia were abnormally busy as people busily commuted through the roads to get to their homes or to the market. They walked around the city while Van boasted about Fanellia's prosperity and Hitomi 'ooh-ed' and 'ah-ed' while showering him with praise. The entire tour was uneasy for Nakami. That same uneasy feeling wouldn't go away. All of it was directed to Hitomi and she kept a nervous eye at everyone who even came close to them.
Van decided that they should take a small break at the town square. There was a large fountain and small ones around it. A park with lush greenery and flowers surrounded them. Birds flew around, singing happy tunes as they searched for mates. He and Hitomi ran off to find a dark corner to cuddle while they left Nakami to walk around by herself.
She huffed and looked around. Everything was too happy for her. It seemed that she was the only one who didn't have a boy holding her waist or to frolic with.
"Why didn't I decide not to go. All this is doing in making me grumpy." She said as she looked around for Hitomi. Not able to find them, she left by herself.
'Surely after they're done making out, they will have the decency to know that I have left.'
Along the road, the noise of hustle and bustle grew smaller and smaller. Everything became quiet as she walked trough a charred portion of the old Fanellia. Burned buildings held frailty together hung over her. The wind was chilly and only old feral cats and dogs ran along these crooked dirt roads.
Her mind flared at her in warning as she walked deeper into this neglected territory. She turned to walk back and was grabbed into an alley. A large bulky man shoved her against the wall and hit her head really hard. Her vision went fuzzy and all she could see was the man heaving her to the ground and ripping off the top of her shirt. Half of her skirt was shredded up to her upper thigh. She grabbed at her head as a pulsing headache grew stronger.
All of a sudden, there was a struggle between the man and another person. Someone fell to the ground and the other took a machete and stabbed the assaulter. The scene got too fuzzy to see as yells and sounds of the machete cutting flesh flooded her senses. The smell of raw blood made her gag as she felt herself growing faint.
Quickly, everything fell silent. Strong arms lifted her and walked out of the rank alley. The air became fresh as she was being carried out of the burned section of Fanellia and into the warm and sweet smells of the abundant gardens. She was gently slung over the person's back and she could feel the long dark silky strands of the man's hair pour over her face. He was silent the entire time and she began to ask him to identify himself but her splitting headache prevented her mouth from making legible words.
They rose slowly as if they were climbing a wall for a long time. He made a long jump down and landed in a large pond of water. Lack of energy prevented her from making a good effort to make it to the surface. Dripping of water weighed her down as her body fell slack. She remained in a dreamlike state when she was gently laid down in a fragrant spot of soft grass. The smell of roses and jasmine was abundant and she felt soothed as they were lulling her to sleep.
Cloth was rubbed up on her to dry her off gently. It was wrapped around her bare torso and what was left of her skirt was pulled together to cover her up the best that he could. The trench coat was wrapped around her like a warm blanket that covered her up to the middle of the lower part of her leg. Soft and gentle hands caressed her face and traced down her nose. She was held up a little and she could feel the peaceful beating of his heart in full liquid smooth beats. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and the tip of her nose.
Soft velvety lips caressed her in a small kiss. She raised a hand to his neck and drew him in to a more passionate kiss. He pressed her body closer to him and stroked her lips open with his tongue. Her hands stroked his mid back length hair and she met his tongue with hers as the kiss took more of a sensual course. A warm hand crept through the coat up to her breast and cupped it. She moaned and drew her head back so the man could kiss her neck.. He showered her neck in hot kisses and squeezed her breast slowly. Nakami moaned and nibbled on his ear softly.
He let go of her and, with a last stroke to her cheek, he left. Nakami's sweet reverie abruptly ended as she felt her headache rush back with an even greater force and she quickly passed out after.
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Author Notes: Okay, I wanted to make a big bad scene about Nakami being raped and all but I was tired of watching all of those kind of movies in Geography class. Especially if you've ever seen "A Time To Kill". I think that movie is too creepy. Well, I'm working on the fifth chapter right now! Hopefully, I can get at least 30 reviews before the fifth chapter comes out. Keep e-mailing me! I really appreciate it and it keeps me inspired. Also, I love my new Alanis Morisette CD "Hands Clean". I need to get "Jagged Little Pill". It has some of my favorite songs on it from her. Well bye!!!