Wow, I found time to write another chapter…
Anyways, before I start the story I have three things to say (type?):
1) Thank you snow blossoms and Jodi for your reviews, for once I felt noticed! :)
2) Okay, number 2, how do you change the font to bold or italics? I did that on Microsoft word but it doesn't appear when I upload it. Yep, I'm pretty much clueless with technology. Wait… (wonders why she is on the computer).
3) Every time I re-read Chapter 1, I always find another spelling mistake o.O
So, yeah… Ahem * silence *
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 so does the content of this fan fiction.
Hitomi
He had told her his name, Van Fanel. No wonder he looked so familiar. Hitomi blushed as she remembered how nice he had been on the bus. He kept trying to start conversation, but she had been to shy. Still, he kept trying. She remembered that he was the city's local boxer. Was, for only a year ago he had lost a match, and just stopped boxing.
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"It's the final round and things are looking down for Van 'Escaflowne' Fanel. He's taken a few good hooks from Schezar and still is recovering. If he can't make this round, he loses everything! Come on Fanel! Show us what you got!"
"Fanel, come on, forfeit. You can't beat me, I've got a lot of years in the business and I can tell you ain't meant for this. Forfeit and everyone goes home happy. Me with my rightful title and you still breathin' and livin'." Allen smirked at Van, he blue eyes taunting and challenging. Everything he had said had been a lie and he knew it. But, he also knew that Van had a temper. If he got him angry enough, the young boxer would surely slip up and make a mistake, then he would make his move.
"Schezar, you'll be lucky if you can even walk after this. But for now, you can suck my-" Van suddenly punched Allen square in the nose. Ah, the element of surprise.
Allen stumbled back, shaking his head slightly. Van advanced closer to him, and faked a left but punched with his right. Another good shot. His lips curled into a satisfied grin, this was too easy. The only reason he did so badly in the previous rounds was so that he could surprise Allen in the final. Of course, the idiot of a man fell for it.
"Revenge is sweet Schezar, too bad you'll never taste it." He jabbed again with his right and Allen just couldn't defend. But then, the unexpected happened. Instead of backing off like Van intended him too do, Allen punched hard with his right, and hit Van's open chest.
Gasping for air, Van backed off. All the while, Allen moved on closer to him and punched him in the jaw. More punches landed on Van and the pain started to spread through his body. Before the ref could reach the two boxers, Allen gave one more punch in the head, knocking Van down. He didn't get up.
"And a surprising comeback from Allen Schezar. If Fanel doesn't get up, it'll be over and Allen will move onto nationals. I've just got news from the paramedics, Van Fanel is unconscious and unable to box. Van Fanel has lost. He has lost. This means Allen Schezar is our new all city champion! Come on crowd, whaddya say to that?"
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Hitomi sighed, poor guy, she thought. After that match, he faded away until he wasn't even mentioned anymore. Out of curiosity, she went to her computer and logged on. Maybe she could find something about him on the Internet. Wait, would that be weird? Shaking her head, Hitomi continued.
On one site, she found out that his birthday was in 3 days. Hitomi bit her lip as she thought and a great idea came to her. Three days later, she walked into her favourite bakery.
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Van"Hitomi Kanzaki," Van mumbled to himself. Pretty name, he thought to himself. Even after three days, he still couldn't get her out of his head. Everything about her was so… beautiful. From her soft honey brown hair that brushed against his neck accidentally to her bright green eyes that always looked down.
During the ride home, he had managed to coax the timid girl into some conversation. She first answered in awkward one-word answers, but warmed up to him in a matter of minutes. He found out she was a part of the Mystic Choir, but quit. When he asked why, an incoherent mumble was all he got.
Van stretched his lean body to warm up before more practice. It was only himself and his shadow today due to the fact that he had, again, driven off another trainer. An ad was placed in the Fanelia Press by him, asking for a sensible, good, intelligent trainer. Now was that so hard?
He wrapped his hands in strips of cloth and rubbed a little bit of chalk dust in his hands and started to train himself. The little jabs at the punching bag slowly turned in heavy uncontrolled punches. Van ground his teeth together, this year, he would win. This year, he would not lose to that sorry excuse of a boxer, no, man.
Suddenly he recalled that match. He still didn't understand. How could he lose, especially, to such a piece of crap? Facing countless amount of boxers who were skilled and strong, he should have easily beat Schezar, so how come he lost. Maybe Schezar had cheated? But then, Schezar was too stupid to figure out how to cheat. What did that mean? Did he lose concentration? Was he the weak one?
"I'M NOT THE WEAK ONE!" Van punched the bag one last time and stopped. The deep breaths he was taking did not help him calm down. He head was swirling with emotions. Anger and frustration filled his soul and burned him. Through all this, he didn't notice the small shape of Hitomi at the doorway.
"Van?"
"What?" he snapped. He turned quickly on his heels and saw Hitomi a mere 10 steps from him.
"Uh. I, uh, brought you–"
"What the hell do you want?"
"I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, no need to yell! I'm trying to be nice!"
"Yeah? Who asked you to?"
"No one! It's an act of kindness!"
"Whatever."
"Fine!" without another word, she left. Van could hear her heels click against the cement and tile floor. On the floor, was a small white box. Out of curiosity, he picked it up carefully and opened it. Inside was a small chocolate cheesecake no bigger than his hand. In the centre of it was "Happy Birthday Van!" written on a thin piece of chocolate. A small smile spread on his face, and he shook his head slightly. It was quickly replaced with a frown and a loud groan.
"Damn it, why am I always such a jackass?!"
I am siiiiiccckkkkk. * Cough *, WHY MUST I ALWAYS GET SICK DURING CHRISTMAS? CURSE YOU…. uh…. whoever made me sick? Right…. -_- Please read and review, I'm confined in the house and so very lonely… :P