Fighting for Dreams Chapter 2: Meeting, an escaflowne fanfic

He wants to be a famous boxer; she wants to be a singing sensation. Will their dreams get in the way of their love? V/H

Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of the character from Escaflowne. They are the respected property of Bandai. However, the plot belongs to me and the content of this fan fiction. The song used in this fic is Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage. I do not own this either. I am not profiting of the fan fiction.

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Chapter 1 Hitomi

'Where is the bus?' thought Hitomi Kanzaki. She had been waiting for around 20 minutes and there were still no signs of a bus coming. Maybe it was the fact that the previous bus pulled away just when she was a block away from the stop. She stomped her boots on the wet cement trying to block out the cold of the rain. Usually she didn't mind the rain. It was her favourite type of weather. The rain always seemed to be able to wash away everything, including the tough world around her. Today it only seemed to bring the tough world closer to her. All the misery, the sadness poured onto her. On reflex, she started to sing.

I'm only happy when it rains
I'm only happy when it's complicated
And though I know you can't appreciate it
I'm only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
Why it feels so good to feel so sad
I'm only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me

She blinked back the hot tears that contrasted with the cold rain on her face. Crying again. That's all she ever did, cry. From all the disappointments. Why did she cry; shouldn't she be used to this by now?

I'm only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I'm only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains
You'll get the message by the time I'm through
When I complain about me and you
I'm only happy when it rains

The tears ran freely now. There were too many to hold back.

Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me...pour your misery down
Pour your misery down...pour
You can keep me company
As long as you don't care.

Hitomi's once clear voice was now choked and the lyrics came out along with her strangled sobs.

Her face lifted to the sky and the rain washed away her tears. Realizing what she looked like to the public, she shuffled back to the bus shelter and sat on the bench. A little giggle escaped her when she realized that the bus still wasn't here. 'Stupid bus, wasn't there supposed to be one arriving every 15 minutes?'

She started to stare at her fingers and inspected each of them very carefully. They were long and slender, pianist hands. Jeez, she was bored. Suddenly she realized she wasn't alone on the bench. There was a young man sitting beside her and muttering what seemed to be short stings of curses. Guess he was annoyed that the bus wasn't here either.

From the corner of her eye, she inspected him from top to bottom. Dark brown hair was slightly damp and clung to the back of his neck. His profile showed a short straight nose and a strong jaw line. He was probably stubborn. Long, dark eyelashes covered his maroon eyes that looked fierce as he still cursed.

Then, for some strange reason, the swearing stopped. The young man turned his head to scratch his neck but instead started to stare at her. He did the same thing as her, inspect, but his actions were much more obvious. Hitomi looked down at her hands again and then snuck a glace at him again. Still looking. After a few minutes she started to fidget, 'would he please stop staring!' Finally, she turned to him. She quit choir, was wet, was depressed, and doubted her so-called musical talent. A man staring at her at the bus stop for five minutes straight did not have to be added to her list!

The pair stared at each other, not one saying a word.

"What?" They both snapped.

"What what? You were the one staring," snarled Hitomi in an annoyed tone. This guy had picked the wrong day to mess with her.

"I wasn't staring at you. I was looking to see if the bus was coming down the street," growled the man in an equally frustrated tone.

"The bus comes from the other way stupid! Look at the cars to see for yourself!"

Van

"The bus comes from the other way stupid! Look at the cars to see for yourself!" snapped the girl. Who the hell did she think she was? Stupid? No one who had at least a bit of common sense called him that. She was lucky he didn't hit girls, or else she would be embedded into the wooden bench that they sat on. Van glared at her, and then at the busy street in front of him. It was true; the cars on the far side were driving in the direction of south. The cars closer to them were driving north. Damn it! How was he supposed to know that? He never took the bus!

"Well, are you going to tell me why you were staring?" The voice of the green-eyed girl rang true through the noise of the rain and traffic.

"Told you, looking for the bus," he muttered again. He didn't know that she knew that he was staring. It was just a little while and besides, how did she know? She was too busy looking at her fingers! Why did he choose to take the bus? He should have just walked home, in the rain. In his mind, he cursed all the taxi drivers in Fanelia. There were so many taxi drivers yet not one of them pulled over for him. Was he invisible? It was pretty hard to miss him. Because of the huge amount of BLIND taxi drivers; he was forced to find an alternative form of transportation. In other words, the bus.

So, he walked all the way to the bus stop to find a girl singing in the rain. He made out a few words that sounded like: pour your misery down on me. Her face was raised to the sky and it looked like she was crying. But, it could've just been the rain. Van was about a few yards away from her when she shuffled back under the bus shelter. A giggle rang into the air shortly after that. By the time he had sat down, she was studying her fingers intently and he was muttering curses under his breath. Freaking bus driver, so damn slow.

Van was turning his head to brush away the strands of wet hair that clung to his neck when the girl caught his eye. Through he honey brown hair, he could see that she had large emerald eyes that were narrowed in concentration. Her mouth was a pair of full pink lip and her nose flipped upwards slightly at the tip. 'Beautiful.' Well, that what he thought until she sat up, glared and opened her mouth. Way to ruin a moment.

But, back to the present, the girl opened her full lips and an annoyed and pissed voice said, "The bus, comes the other way! I told you that!"

"This is my first time taking the bus! I didn't know!"

"Oh." Oh. Oh? Was that all she had to say? Van watched as she looked down in what seemed to be shame and embarrassment. He felt kind of bad for spazing at her, but she deserved it. Besides, he needed to cover up the fact that he was daydreaming about a girl. "Sorry," she whispered softly.

He was about to say that it was alright and that she shouldn't be sorry when of all times, the bus came.

"Finally!" they both sighed. Both looked at each other and smiled. Maybe the bus trip home wouldn't be so bad after all.

Yay! I finished. That was ok-ish, right? Please read and review, I am so desperate!