AN: Because the format got weird, I rewrote this chapter. 
Disclaimer: When pigs fly.  Get the drift? Not mine…*sob*

Just a Little Déjà vu
Chapter 4
Thoughts= //

/It's just a little déjà vu

That I'm alone and feeling blue

I dream of the time when it's just me and you

But until then, it's déjà vu/

Hitomi sat down on her bed.  The bed squeaked as she flopped down backwards.  She closed her eyes and all she could see was the field overlooking the sea.  She was walking; grass brushed past her legs.  She spread her arms and let the wind blow over her. 

/Van/ she breathed. /Van/

A figure appeared before her.  "Hitomi."

/Van?/  Hitomi ran toward the figure.  /Van!  I'm here.  I'm staying.  Forever./

She reached the figure and put her hand on the figure's shoulder. The figure turned around. 

The face!  The face was gone, and in its place was blackened space.  Then she saw eyes, and the eyes began to bleed.  She screamed.

NO! HE WAS NOT VAN! Panicked, Hitomi backed up, shaking with fear and horror. Then her foot slipped and she was falling, falling into an oblivious darkness.
Hitomi sat upright in her bed, terrified. "Not Van." Her voice caught. "Van."

Hitomi buried her face in her hands, her hazel tinted hair sliding over her shoulders, and sobbed miserably.

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Hitomi opened her tear-sticky eyes and glanced at the digital clock that lay on the dresser beside her. The numbers glowed red in the dark: 3:47 AM.

She ran her fingers through her incredibly tangled hair and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Picking up her blinking pager, she saw that Yukari had called five times. She sighed. She wasn't in the mood right now to have Yukari chatter into her ear.

The curtain covering her open window fluttered softly. Hitomi shuffled over to the window. The moonlight streamed into her room when she drew the curtains back.  Staring back at her was the full moon.  /Just like the first time I met Van/ mused Hitomi.  She touched the windowpane and traced the moon's fat silhouette.  The moon began to drip blood under her fingers. 

Hitomi stared at her fingers, and then back at the moon.  The moon was slicked with blood.  Something was dripping.  The moon was red now. 

Hitomi squinted at the moon.  At first, she could only make out the profile of a girl kneeling in the air.  Then, it was as if she got closer, and she could see that the girl was had her hands bound in front of her. 

And then Hitomi saw the sword, coming out of nowhere. 

"WATCH OUT!" Hitomi screamed.  She pounded the glass with her fists.  "BEHIND YOU!  WATCH OUT!"

The sword went in the girl's chest.  Her head whipped back, and her long hair covered the hilt of the sword.  The girl swallowed, and Hitomi saw her throat move as if she was choking.   

Hitomi pounded the glass once more with her hand.  The girl raised her bound hands to her chest and gripped the sword protruding from her chest.  She looked down at the sword and then back up into the sky.  "Grandma."  Hitomi could see blood bubbling out of the girl's mouth.  "Grandma," the girl repeated again.  "I'm sorry.  I couldn't.  I couldn't sa…" The girl gasped.  She fell to her side and disappeared.

Tears slid down Hitomi's face, and she pressed her face to the window.  The girl was gone.  The room began to spin, and dip.  She clutched desperately at nothing.  The room folded into darkness and Hitomi let herself fall. 

She landed on the floor with a hard thump.  Her back and neck throbbed.  Hitomi opened her sticky eyes, her head swimming.  She stared up at the white ceiling, tears still streaming from her eyes.  The curtains flapped helplessly around the open window.

Hitomi lay on the floor for half an hour.  She was just there, like another piece of furniture in her room. 

And then she came to realize that she was lost.  She didn't belong here. There was nothing here for her anymore.  She brought her hand to wipe the tears away and struggled to get up from the floor.  She grabbed the knob of her desk drawer and pulled to haul herself up.  The drawer slid easily out of the desks and hit the floor, spilling papers and a wooden box. . 

Hitomi swore, and began to clean up the mess.  Her hand brushed against the smooth box. 

"Where did you come from?"  Hitomi frowned quizzically as she pried open the stubborn lid of the box.  She turned pale when she saw the contents of the box.  She dropped the lid.  Lying there in the box was her life from memories ago.  She had packed them all away when she returned to Earth.  These memories stayed locked in the back of her mind and in the back of her drawer. 

With trembling hands, she reached into the drawer and brought out her tarot cards.  They were lying on top of all her Gaian memoirs.  She touched the top card lovingly. She had given up fortune-telling a long time ago. Hugging the cards close to her chest, she crawled back onto her bed and flipped over the top card.

Hitomi gazed dumbly at the card. Pure coincidence? Memories of the last time she told her own fortune flooded her head. 

Staring back at her was the card La Torre.