This is my first Escaflowne Fic. Some of this will be A/Uish or a major Oocness, so please excuse this.

I don't own anything but the plot and new characters.
The Color White: by Kuro Tenshi
White.
The color of snow.
The color of purity and innocents.
The color of emptiness.
It was a bleak color of nothingness.
Nothing was there, nothing could survive there, nothing could see in this bleak world of white the supposedly stood for things that were good.
White.
She hated the color white.
The, oh so, virginal white.
The eggshell white, the white snow.
She hated it all, for it surrounds her.
It had been around her for nearly nine long lonely years since they've locked her in this padded white room. There was no sunlight in this lonely room with no one for company but herself.
They thought she was crazy when she had told them where she had been. They thought it was some nervous break down because of her exams and such. Oh, if they had only known the truth of her words!
But no, they attribute it as a mental disorder, as something of her imagination. If it were her imagination, she had once thought, then she would rather stay in the fantasy world she had created in her mind. The one where he was in it, her angel. She was convinced that he was real, like she was.
She sat in the corner of her cell her knees pressed against her torso with her pale slender arms wrapped around her legs. Her honey colored hair was now passed her shoulders to the small of her back. Her once bright green eyes seemed dull like a jade. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and white pants that were like pajamas, just like the others. It was their uniform, the color white.
She looks up at the corner of the ceiling, imagining that she was back there, with her love and friends...but no, she was here in this horrid room of white, wearing white.
She wanted to go back there, back to Gaea where she would've been happy, but no. She thought bitterly, I was stupid enough to leave, leave him and them behind for this world that I no longer need. The one that locked me away.
Silent tears slide down her pale face as her hair hid her eyes and a single droplet fell on the soft padded floor. Another one slide down, then another as and another as she began to cry anew, whispering the name of her love.
"Van.."
AN: This is my first try at this. R&r, don't care 'bout flamers, let them flame away.