Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne. And I never will... ever...
A/N: Hehehe! I am turning this story into another pit. And it will seem more Van and Hitomi now instead of Van and Inhestia. And the entire Nakami- Inhestia thing will be explained in this chapter. So be patient and read. And LOVE WITCH, I feel sooooooooo freaking good that you put me on your list!!! *bows to the holy LW-ness* Me so great full and me love you in Christian sister-sister way! And I love you alls too for loving, or just marginally bearing, my stories! Have you have ever heard the song "Prayer" by Disturbed? Well, this is the song that I will semi-fit into the plot. And I know a few of you peeps are like, "NOOOOO!!!!! YOU ARE KILLING A GOOD SONG WITH YOUR SHITTY STORY!!!!" I know how that feels. But I am sorry. This story is really going into the plot and I can tell you that I plan to make this a long story. But if you ever listen to the song and you read the lyrics, this is what this story will be about. Yup, all that weird crap. But it's good crap! Well, enough of me, enjoy the read. I love you all!
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Chapter XV: Anger Management
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She checked his room, the training areas, the study, library, meeting rooms, throne room, and the gardens and kitchens. He wasn't around anywhere. And this wasn't the perfect time to be gone either, since she had a frightening dream that night. A black haired, green eyed girl embraced a silver haired boy. They were soon impaled by a large and menacing black spear. The wielder was a black haired violet-eyed boy with a dark and evil aura about him.
Blinking out of her remembrance of the vision, she made her way over to Sanctuary. The priests were busy packing up all of the beautiful statues and magnificent paintings away on a large wagon. Everything was empty and cold inside, the fires burnt out and the floors stripped of their warm rugs. The entrance to Nakami's private chambers still held that same guard who never seemed to leave his post for anything.
"Excuse me. Has King Van been here today?" she asked politely. He looked to her sadly and shook his head.
"I suggest you go back to the palace and wait for him there. You shouldn't be here." he said and waited for her to leave.
"Why? Is he here?" she asked confused.
"Please, I insist upon you to leave this instant before I call someone to escort you out." said the guard, this time more insistent and angry. She blinked and looked to the curtains with a frown. Only a thin layer of sheer violet fabric held her form knowing where he was. It seemed to mimic her inability to pull them back to see if he was really there or not.
"I must know where he is. I fear something wrong will happen if I don't reach him." she said firmly. He looked to her and then sighed.
"If you must cause pain to yourself, you may enter. But I warn you, you won't like what you see." he said and stepped aside for her passage. Hitomi looked to him uneasily. Maybe Van was dead, or disfigured or something horrifying. Dismissing this as just a childish roam of mind, she reached out to the curtains. Suddenly, they shook violently in her mind and her vision blurred to that of an all familiar premonition.
An erotic mix of tanned and glossed flesh and wild ebony locks swirled around to create an image of lust and, to her, horror. They rolled around on the lavish bed, arms wild in trying to conquer each piece of feverishly hot skin on each other's bodies. Her legs wound around her love's hips and she arched under him, giving him the advantage to glide his tongue along her neck, reveling in the taste.
Within a blink, her vision changed back to the thin violet sheets. She let go of the fabric and looked dazed to her hands. Pure and innocent hands, hands that soon began to fill with saline water, thick and warm. Finding a mind of their own, her feet forced her to run away from there.
The thick trees whipped around her and stung her face. They ripped her pink nightgown and pulled her hair, making her whimper in pain and make her tears flow even more. But the tormenters soon disappeared and pure blue appeared in front of her. She woefully embraced it like a friend and it welcomed her in a full body embrace. Breath was sucked from her lungs and she was pulled in with the cool current. But she made no fuss, hell, she didn't move at all. Watching the bright golden squiggle of the sun recede from view and darkness envelope her, she closed her eyes and fell into a sleep.
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She opened her eyes to the lake's shore. A warm and wooly blanket was wrapped around her and a sweater wrapped up under her head, acting like a pillow for her. She was still a little damp but was warming up quickly. An angel sat next to her, humming a soft song. His gray eyes shifted to her and he smiled cheerfully.
"Hey Himi-chan! I was beginning to think you died on me." he said and watched her as she sat up. Raising a shaky hand, she caressed his cheek, checking if it was all an illusion. Soft and smooth skin was her answer.
"Eriol? But-but-y-y-you're." she stammered in shock. He raised an azure eyebrow in question. Then he blinked and nodded his head.
"I am huh? I keep forgetting. Well, it doesn't feel any different." he said with a smile. She sniffled back tears and hugged him.
"Eriol, I've missed you so much! It's all my fault you're dead. I'm so sorry!" she cried as he held her, stroking her hair softly. His warmth was back to her. This was the warmth she missed for most of her college and life after that. He was always the one to pick her up from a bad situation and pamper her with his homemade kindness. Always, he would make sure she was warm and fed. Sometimes, she would remark that he was going to make her a fat woman with a million blue-haired kids running around.
His love for her was pure, honest, playful, and a bit too mature for their age. Not like wild sex everywhere or that kind of thing. While all the young couples would go do something daring and hip, they'd always go out to the stables or just sit on the couch and hold each other under a blanket while watching a movie. And she was comfortable with it, even liked it. Sometimes, Nakami would tease her by saying they looked like an old couple. They'd all laugh of course, but there was something that made her want it to be like that.
She wanted to grow old with him. She wished that they could sit on a porch with hot cocoa and marshmallows while watching their grandchildren play in the snow. And she wanted to be the mother of the Eriol's first son, to be Masami Hitomi herself and to be proud to be his wife. She wished fate didn't keep pushing her the other way when she finally found happiness again. True she was already involved with Van but she still loved Eriol completely. And she hoped he felt the same way for her.
"It's alright Hitomi. It was all destiny's plan." he said and pulled away from her with a smile. "I was supposed to give you something before you bailed out on me." Hitomi blushed and frowned.
"Sorry about that." she said and watched him reach into his pockets. Slowly, he pulled out a long velvet box and passed it to her.
"Open it. It's really nice." he said softly. She looked up to him and then put her attention back to the long box. Opening it, jewels glimmered and shone magnificently as they reflected off of the sun's rays. She gasped at the beauty of the diamond necklace. The many chains were diamonds and there was a thick pink and pearl swirled stone in the shape of a heart with small diamonds around it, like the crown of sunrays on the sun.
"Oh gods, how did you afford it? How could anyone afford it?" she asked as she gently pulled it out to examine it. Untying it for her, he slipped it out of her hands and tied it at the back of her neck. It hung very lightly and felt oh so right upon her breast.
"Fate gave it to me. Now, Hitomi you really have to listen, this is crucial. There will be a horde of pyres flying in this fortnight. One will bear a saddle made of the finest silk you could imagine. Inside of that, there is a ruby and gold box that has silver letters engraved in it. Inside of that will be two pouches, a blue satin one and a green cotton one. Take the green cotton one and don't open it until the morning."
"Come back the next morning to the spot that you found the runaway pyre. It will have come back with a large pack filled with jewels, an ornate key and some papers. You must take the key and the papers. Respond to the letter and give it to the pyre and it shall fly away. The paper is a map that will take you to the gate of the Dune realm. But only the seeress with lackluster jade eyes will be able to open it and quell the Dune prince. The fate of Gaea is in your hands Hitomi." he said as he looked into her eyes.
Stroking her cheek, he sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if I ruined your life by walking into it. But I was wrong." he said and brushed his lips against hers. Everything around her became warm and fuzzy and she fainted against him.
The next thing she saw was Van, lightly shaking her to revive her. His garnet eyes were focused on her face in worry. She felt the water of the lake rise in her throat and she coughed it violently out. Rolling to her side, she gasped for air and he soothingly pat her back. Silencing, she jumped at his touch and scooted away from him. Anger glared in her eyes as she fixed her skirts.
"Shouldn't you be with Nakami?" she spat as she stood up. He gave her a puzzled look and she huffed at his reaction. "Don't give me that I'm- totally-clueless look Van! I know what you did!" she said again, anger ablaze in her eyes.
"Hitomi... how did you find out?" he asked shocked. He paled at the realization and she stood up.
"I've known all along that this would happen. I just didn't think it would really come true." she said and glared to him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to my room now." She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving a very pale and confused Van.
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Celena hugged her love softly. He had been tired since he emerged from the grave and she was barely able to sneak them into their room. His navy blue hair waved softly on her pillow and carried bits of dirt and grass in it. But it didn't matter that her bed would be soiled beyond repair, she was glad he was with her in this dream she believed she was having. 'When I wake up, he'll be back under the earth and I will be lonely again.' she thought sadly and she traced a finger down the side of his face.
Dream or not, she wanted to relish in the fact that he was there with her and she'd be able to hear his voice again. He was ice cold and she shivered at the brushing of his cold skin on hers. She had to keep him warm but she didn't know what to do without rousing suspicion about her behavior. Nobody was to know he was alive until he was well enough to make an appearance. Of course there was a big hole in the ground where his body should be but she prayed that they wouldn't think she had him in her room.
Looking to the fireplace, she saw a lone log, sat there for decoration. Since her room was near the kitchen quarters, it was one of the warmest rooms so she needed no fire. Carefully, she squirmed her way out of his arms and watched his face for any sign of a stir. All he did was wiggle his nose, scratch it and fall back into blissful sleep. She pulled down every spare blanket in the room and piled them onto his corpse-cold body. Finding some flint, she started a fire and threw some handkerchiefs and old gloves in it to build up a roaring flame.
Satisfied with her work, she sat on a chair and watched him sleep. His chest rose and fell with each sweet breath of life he took. He laid on his side, the many blankets wrapped around him would warm the Mystic Valley. Gaddes stirred again as she held her breath. Opening one blue eye slowly, he looked around ad fixated his sight on her. Smiling, he took in a deep breath and smiled.
"Good morning sweetheart." he said softly as he stretched and yawned. "Babe, what time is it?" he asked, rubbing an eye. He was the same old Gaddes, casual and cool even through some really bad situations. Seemingly too tired to sit up, he laid on his side and watched her. She flinched at his gaze and muttered out, "Sunset. You need to keep warm so stay in bed."
"If you lay here with me, I can think of a faster way to get warm." he said with a mischievous smirk. She rolled her eyes and tended to the fire.
The embers sparked, and flickered in their red hot state. Soft sapphire eyes were drawn in to the fiery dancers. They twirled and flung their limbs in a sensual fashion. The main dancer waved her in, pirouetting in a masterful ballet. The reflection of the spectacle reflected in her blue eyes, turning them a sort of champagne color. Like a snake to the charmer, her pale hand hesitantly reached out to join them.
Masculine red machines with long cloaks formed around the sides of the brick theatre. But the ladies did not flee from them, they only spun faster and faster, trying to attain some goal. And the machines held their waists and threw them in the air. And they flew. 'Play with us Celena. Dance with us.' they giggled as the held out their hands to her. And she grasped it. Their claws sunk into her skin and they bit at her. The guymelefs sprayed their liquid metal at her and they waged war on her porcelain slice of flesh.
She screamed and yanked out her hand. The daze was gone and they all snickered to her. Gaddes held her hand and tended to it. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he snapped as he blew the red sore. But it didn't hurt. Hell, it felt wonderful. But they destroyed her hand. They wouldn't get away with it. As they began to perform their happy dance again, she spit at them. One dancer fell ungracefully. And the others swirled out of the way.
Standing up, she picked up a pitcher of ice cold water and tossed it into the fireplace. The dancers hissed and screamed as they were drowned. Darkness filled the room and she smirked at her win. "They ruined my beautiful hand..." she muttered sinisterly and traced a finger up and down the wound. Gaddes looked to her in confusion.
"Babe? Are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to him balefully. Her voice, low and seductive, flowed from her lips with an icy and somewhat evil edge to it.
"I'm perfectly fine."
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Hitomi threw the vase against the wall. "I hate you!!!" she yelled out to nothing. How dare he betray her! After all she'd been through for him, after all they went through together! After taking the rank of permanent outcast for him, she was only dropped for a girl with a good rack?
She cursed at herself and slumped to the floor, angry and deceived. For the second time in her life, he was the focus of her anger. He was the focus of everything; he had made her heart unsure of her talents, made her feel unwanted, gave her the reason to want to give up on life. And most of all, he was the one that took Eriol from her.
The only true happiness she had ever attained, he seized it and made her life hell. And for months, she had blamed herself over his death! But it was Van that made her not go to school, that kept her in the house. Van that made him worried about her. And Van that killed her heart. He had died only to make her life hell. And she had felt every sweet drop of pain.
Also, when she was starting to leave her old pains and fears behind her, he ran off and screwed another woman, breaking the last thread of security she had. And he probably enjoyed making love to her, giving her pleasure that Hitomi could never be bestowed. All because she was ugly.
She had never been desired by any other man other than her old boss at the company and only because he had her look like a whore. How could she compete with Nakami? Every man in school would flock to her and she could have any man she desired. She was beautiful and had the body that people could only dream of. And she probably had only become her friend out of pity. With her ragged straw hair and uneven skin freckled at the most unpleasant spots, not even the most desperate rapist would ever think about touching her.
Huddling into a ball, she sobbed hard, crystal tears flowing down her face like a pristine stream in a garbage dump. No wonder that bastard didn't desire her, she was the most ugly thing on the planet. Suddenly it came to her. She was wanted by someone. He loved her and took care of her, bathing her in affection. And he had proposed to her. But he was married. It didn't matter. She was going to leave to Asturia at dawn.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I am being such a big butthead and making everything unravel. But it is getting good, promise. I made Eriol come back because I loved his character and I didn't develop him enough in the story. So he'll be popping up in and out of the chapters. I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out but I had to bring up all my grades and other stuff kept happening so I just would like to apologize on my lateness. So, I hope that you will forgive me PrincessCool! I enjoyed my review number going up! Thanks! And here's your reward, a juicy chapter.
The next chapter will talk about Hitomi's quest to find love and Inhestia's past, plus what happened to Nakami. Plus, there will be the appearance of a new character, I mentioned her before but I didn't talk about her yet. AND, Inhestia gets a frightening visit from someone from her past! This is getting good!!! And don't forget to review!!! Oh yeah! And I won't be putting too much of a V/I relationship in this. I love you all! Bye!
A/N: Hehehe! I am turning this story into another pit. And it will seem more Van and Hitomi now instead of Van and Inhestia. And the entire Nakami- Inhestia thing will be explained in this chapter. So be patient and read. And LOVE WITCH, I feel sooooooooo freaking good that you put me on your list!!! *bows to the holy LW-ness* Me so great full and me love you in Christian sister-sister way! And I love you alls too for loving, or just marginally bearing, my stories! Have you have ever heard the song "Prayer" by Disturbed? Well, this is the song that I will semi-fit into the plot. And I know a few of you peeps are like, "NOOOOO!!!!! YOU ARE KILLING A GOOD SONG WITH YOUR SHITTY STORY!!!!" I know how that feels. But I am sorry. This story is really going into the plot and I can tell you that I plan to make this a long story. But if you ever listen to the song and you read the lyrics, this is what this story will be about. Yup, all that weird crap. But it's good crap! Well, enough of me, enjoy the read. I love you all!
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Chapter XV: Anger Management
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She checked his room, the training areas, the study, library, meeting rooms, throne room, and the gardens and kitchens. He wasn't around anywhere. And this wasn't the perfect time to be gone either, since she had a frightening dream that night. A black haired, green eyed girl embraced a silver haired boy. They were soon impaled by a large and menacing black spear. The wielder was a black haired violet-eyed boy with a dark and evil aura about him.
Blinking out of her remembrance of the vision, she made her way over to Sanctuary. The priests were busy packing up all of the beautiful statues and magnificent paintings away on a large wagon. Everything was empty and cold inside, the fires burnt out and the floors stripped of their warm rugs. The entrance to Nakami's private chambers still held that same guard who never seemed to leave his post for anything.
"Excuse me. Has King Van been here today?" she asked politely. He looked to her sadly and shook his head.
"I suggest you go back to the palace and wait for him there. You shouldn't be here." he said and waited for her to leave.
"Why? Is he here?" she asked confused.
"Please, I insist upon you to leave this instant before I call someone to escort you out." said the guard, this time more insistent and angry. She blinked and looked to the curtains with a frown. Only a thin layer of sheer violet fabric held her form knowing where he was. It seemed to mimic her inability to pull them back to see if he was really there or not.
"I must know where he is. I fear something wrong will happen if I don't reach him." she said firmly. He looked to her and then sighed.
"If you must cause pain to yourself, you may enter. But I warn you, you won't like what you see." he said and stepped aside for her passage. Hitomi looked to him uneasily. Maybe Van was dead, or disfigured or something horrifying. Dismissing this as just a childish roam of mind, she reached out to the curtains. Suddenly, they shook violently in her mind and her vision blurred to that of an all familiar premonition.
An erotic mix of tanned and glossed flesh and wild ebony locks swirled around to create an image of lust and, to her, horror. They rolled around on the lavish bed, arms wild in trying to conquer each piece of feverishly hot skin on each other's bodies. Her legs wound around her love's hips and she arched under him, giving him the advantage to glide his tongue along her neck, reveling in the taste.
Within a blink, her vision changed back to the thin violet sheets. She let go of the fabric and looked dazed to her hands. Pure and innocent hands, hands that soon began to fill with saline water, thick and warm. Finding a mind of their own, her feet forced her to run away from there.
The thick trees whipped around her and stung her face. They ripped her pink nightgown and pulled her hair, making her whimper in pain and make her tears flow even more. But the tormenters soon disappeared and pure blue appeared in front of her. She woefully embraced it like a friend and it welcomed her in a full body embrace. Breath was sucked from her lungs and she was pulled in with the cool current. But she made no fuss, hell, she didn't move at all. Watching the bright golden squiggle of the sun recede from view and darkness envelope her, she closed her eyes and fell into a sleep.
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She opened her eyes to the lake's shore. A warm and wooly blanket was wrapped around her and a sweater wrapped up under her head, acting like a pillow for her. She was still a little damp but was warming up quickly. An angel sat next to her, humming a soft song. His gray eyes shifted to her and he smiled cheerfully.
"Hey Himi-chan! I was beginning to think you died on me." he said and watched her as she sat up. Raising a shaky hand, she caressed his cheek, checking if it was all an illusion. Soft and smooth skin was her answer.
"Eriol? But-but-y-y-you're." she stammered in shock. He raised an azure eyebrow in question. Then he blinked and nodded his head.
"I am huh? I keep forgetting. Well, it doesn't feel any different." he said with a smile. She sniffled back tears and hugged him.
"Eriol, I've missed you so much! It's all my fault you're dead. I'm so sorry!" she cried as he held her, stroking her hair softly. His warmth was back to her. This was the warmth she missed for most of her college and life after that. He was always the one to pick her up from a bad situation and pamper her with his homemade kindness. Always, he would make sure she was warm and fed. Sometimes, she would remark that he was going to make her a fat woman with a million blue-haired kids running around.
His love for her was pure, honest, playful, and a bit too mature for their age. Not like wild sex everywhere or that kind of thing. While all the young couples would go do something daring and hip, they'd always go out to the stables or just sit on the couch and hold each other under a blanket while watching a movie. And she was comfortable with it, even liked it. Sometimes, Nakami would tease her by saying they looked like an old couple. They'd all laugh of course, but there was something that made her want it to be like that.
She wanted to grow old with him. She wished that they could sit on a porch with hot cocoa and marshmallows while watching their grandchildren play in the snow. And she wanted to be the mother of the Eriol's first son, to be Masami Hitomi herself and to be proud to be his wife. She wished fate didn't keep pushing her the other way when she finally found happiness again. True she was already involved with Van but she still loved Eriol completely. And she hoped he felt the same way for her.
"It's alright Hitomi. It was all destiny's plan." he said and pulled away from her with a smile. "I was supposed to give you something before you bailed out on me." Hitomi blushed and frowned.
"Sorry about that." she said and watched him reach into his pockets. Slowly, he pulled out a long velvet box and passed it to her.
"Open it. It's really nice." he said softly. She looked up to him and then put her attention back to the long box. Opening it, jewels glimmered and shone magnificently as they reflected off of the sun's rays. She gasped at the beauty of the diamond necklace. The many chains were diamonds and there was a thick pink and pearl swirled stone in the shape of a heart with small diamonds around it, like the crown of sunrays on the sun.
"Oh gods, how did you afford it? How could anyone afford it?" she asked as she gently pulled it out to examine it. Untying it for her, he slipped it out of her hands and tied it at the back of her neck. It hung very lightly and felt oh so right upon her breast.
"Fate gave it to me. Now, Hitomi you really have to listen, this is crucial. There will be a horde of pyres flying in this fortnight. One will bear a saddle made of the finest silk you could imagine. Inside of that, there is a ruby and gold box that has silver letters engraved in it. Inside of that will be two pouches, a blue satin one and a green cotton one. Take the green cotton one and don't open it until the morning."
"Come back the next morning to the spot that you found the runaway pyre. It will have come back with a large pack filled with jewels, an ornate key and some papers. You must take the key and the papers. Respond to the letter and give it to the pyre and it shall fly away. The paper is a map that will take you to the gate of the Dune realm. But only the seeress with lackluster jade eyes will be able to open it and quell the Dune prince. The fate of Gaea is in your hands Hitomi." he said as he looked into her eyes.
Stroking her cheek, he sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if I ruined your life by walking into it. But I was wrong." he said and brushed his lips against hers. Everything around her became warm and fuzzy and she fainted against him.
The next thing she saw was Van, lightly shaking her to revive her. His garnet eyes were focused on her face in worry. She felt the water of the lake rise in her throat and she coughed it violently out. Rolling to her side, she gasped for air and he soothingly pat her back. Silencing, she jumped at his touch and scooted away from him. Anger glared in her eyes as she fixed her skirts.
"Shouldn't you be with Nakami?" she spat as she stood up. He gave her a puzzled look and she huffed at his reaction. "Don't give me that I'm- totally-clueless look Van! I know what you did!" she said again, anger ablaze in her eyes.
"Hitomi... how did you find out?" he asked shocked. He paled at the realization and she stood up.
"I've known all along that this would happen. I just didn't think it would really come true." she said and glared to him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to my room now." She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving a very pale and confused Van.
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Celena hugged her love softly. He had been tired since he emerged from the grave and she was barely able to sneak them into their room. His navy blue hair waved softly on her pillow and carried bits of dirt and grass in it. But it didn't matter that her bed would be soiled beyond repair, she was glad he was with her in this dream she believed she was having. 'When I wake up, he'll be back under the earth and I will be lonely again.' she thought sadly and she traced a finger down the side of his face.
Dream or not, she wanted to relish in the fact that he was there with her and she'd be able to hear his voice again. He was ice cold and she shivered at the brushing of his cold skin on hers. She had to keep him warm but she didn't know what to do without rousing suspicion about her behavior. Nobody was to know he was alive until he was well enough to make an appearance. Of course there was a big hole in the ground where his body should be but she prayed that they wouldn't think she had him in her room.
Looking to the fireplace, she saw a lone log, sat there for decoration. Since her room was near the kitchen quarters, it was one of the warmest rooms so she needed no fire. Carefully, she squirmed her way out of his arms and watched his face for any sign of a stir. All he did was wiggle his nose, scratch it and fall back into blissful sleep. She pulled down every spare blanket in the room and piled them onto his corpse-cold body. Finding some flint, she started a fire and threw some handkerchiefs and old gloves in it to build up a roaring flame.
Satisfied with her work, she sat on a chair and watched him sleep. His chest rose and fell with each sweet breath of life he took. He laid on his side, the many blankets wrapped around him would warm the Mystic Valley. Gaddes stirred again as she held her breath. Opening one blue eye slowly, he looked around ad fixated his sight on her. Smiling, he took in a deep breath and smiled.
"Good morning sweetheart." he said softly as he stretched and yawned. "Babe, what time is it?" he asked, rubbing an eye. He was the same old Gaddes, casual and cool even through some really bad situations. Seemingly too tired to sit up, he laid on his side and watched her. She flinched at his gaze and muttered out, "Sunset. You need to keep warm so stay in bed."
"If you lay here with me, I can think of a faster way to get warm." he said with a mischievous smirk. She rolled her eyes and tended to the fire.
The embers sparked, and flickered in their red hot state. Soft sapphire eyes were drawn in to the fiery dancers. They twirled and flung their limbs in a sensual fashion. The main dancer waved her in, pirouetting in a masterful ballet. The reflection of the spectacle reflected in her blue eyes, turning them a sort of champagne color. Like a snake to the charmer, her pale hand hesitantly reached out to join them.
Masculine red machines with long cloaks formed around the sides of the brick theatre. But the ladies did not flee from them, they only spun faster and faster, trying to attain some goal. And the machines held their waists and threw them in the air. And they flew. 'Play with us Celena. Dance with us.' they giggled as the held out their hands to her. And she grasped it. Their claws sunk into her skin and they bit at her. The guymelefs sprayed their liquid metal at her and they waged war on her porcelain slice of flesh.
She screamed and yanked out her hand. The daze was gone and they all snickered to her. Gaddes held her hand and tended to it. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he snapped as he blew the red sore. But it didn't hurt. Hell, it felt wonderful. But they destroyed her hand. They wouldn't get away with it. As they began to perform their happy dance again, she spit at them. One dancer fell ungracefully. And the others swirled out of the way.
Standing up, she picked up a pitcher of ice cold water and tossed it into the fireplace. The dancers hissed and screamed as they were drowned. Darkness filled the room and she smirked at her win. "They ruined my beautiful hand..." she muttered sinisterly and traced a finger up and down the wound. Gaddes looked to her in confusion.
"Babe? Are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to him balefully. Her voice, low and seductive, flowed from her lips with an icy and somewhat evil edge to it.
"I'm perfectly fine."
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Hitomi threw the vase against the wall. "I hate you!!!" she yelled out to nothing. How dare he betray her! After all she'd been through for him, after all they went through together! After taking the rank of permanent outcast for him, she was only dropped for a girl with a good rack?
She cursed at herself and slumped to the floor, angry and deceived. For the second time in her life, he was the focus of her anger. He was the focus of everything; he had made her heart unsure of her talents, made her feel unwanted, gave her the reason to want to give up on life. And most of all, he was the one that took Eriol from her.
The only true happiness she had ever attained, he seized it and made her life hell. And for months, she had blamed herself over his death! But it was Van that made her not go to school, that kept her in the house. Van that made him worried about her. And Van that killed her heart. He had died only to make her life hell. And she had felt every sweet drop of pain.
Also, when she was starting to leave her old pains and fears behind her, he ran off and screwed another woman, breaking the last thread of security she had. And he probably enjoyed making love to her, giving her pleasure that Hitomi could never be bestowed. All because she was ugly.
She had never been desired by any other man other than her old boss at the company and only because he had her look like a whore. How could she compete with Nakami? Every man in school would flock to her and she could have any man she desired. She was beautiful and had the body that people could only dream of. And she probably had only become her friend out of pity. With her ragged straw hair and uneven skin freckled at the most unpleasant spots, not even the most desperate rapist would ever think about touching her.
Huddling into a ball, she sobbed hard, crystal tears flowing down her face like a pristine stream in a garbage dump. No wonder that bastard didn't desire her, she was the most ugly thing on the planet. Suddenly it came to her. She was wanted by someone. He loved her and took care of her, bathing her in affection. And he had proposed to her. But he was married. It didn't matter. She was going to leave to Asturia at dawn.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I am being such a big butthead and making everything unravel. But it is getting good, promise. I made Eriol come back because I loved his character and I didn't develop him enough in the story. So he'll be popping up in and out of the chapters. I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out but I had to bring up all my grades and other stuff kept happening so I just would like to apologize on my lateness. So, I hope that you will forgive me PrincessCool! I enjoyed my review number going up! Thanks! And here's your reward, a juicy chapter.
The next chapter will talk about Hitomi's quest to find love and Inhestia's past, plus what happened to Nakami. Plus, there will be the appearance of a new character, I mentioned her before but I didn't talk about her yet. AND, Inhestia gets a frightening visit from someone from her past! This is getting good!!! And don't forget to review!!! Oh yeah! And I won't be putting too much of a V/I relationship in this. I love you all! Bye!