A/N I just noticed: 1) Merle has two different nick names- Meow and Kitty
2) In chapter one, I had made Hitomi's shirt a baggy t- shirt and then in
the other chapters, I made her in a tank top. You may decide which one you
think should go best. I'm just going to call it a shirt. 3) I forgot to
list the CURRENT standings of the couples. CURRENTLY: Millerna and Dryden,
Yukari and Amano, AND... Celena and Gadess. I also forgot to say what class
everyone was in. FRESHMAN: Merle SOPHMORE: Hitomi, Van, Mamaru, Millerna,
Yukari, Celena, Dilandau JOUNIOR: Eries SENIOR: Allen, Naria, Eriya,
Marlene, Dryden. If there is any more confusion, just tell me please.
Ruined Lives
Chapter Four
Hitomi woke up with a pounding head. Her hair felt gritty, heavier than usual. When she opened her groggy eyes, her vision was blocked by a beautiful image. The vision of Van Fanel, from Fanelia, Gaea. His unruly locks covering his eyes. She glanced at him dazedly before she realized who he really was. She screamed a piercing scream when she realized it was Fanel who was resting next to her bed. Fanel who had his hand resting on her thigh. It was all him.
Her scream refused to fade away, staying loud and clear, not wavering, only pausing for a breath.
Fanel leaned over her and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Glad to see you too, Tomi." He smiled crookedly as he said this. He squeezed her thigh almost as if reassuringly before he took his hand off of Hitomi's mouth. Her eyes were wide with confusion. He laughed merrily as if nothing had ever happened between them. His smile suddenly wiped off his face and it became somber. He leant over her again, his eyes shaped in pain. "I'm so sorry, Toe. I never wanted it to happen."
Hitomi watched Fanel's back walk away. Her eyes felt a bit wet as she recognized his posture.
Three Cursed Days Later
(In other words, Hitomi's life feels crappy for three days) *_* Hitomi walked through the cold snow. It had been a perfect week, almost twenty degrees Celsius, nice and dry. Then, Two days ago, three days before Valentine's Day, the snow had started. It wasn't just a light sprinkle, oh no, that wouldn't be terrible enough. It was an onslaught, no pauses, no breaks, just going on and on, not giving up. Some hours pouring down up to six inches of dry powdery snow.
Hitomi hated this weather. And mixed with the date, the weather made her intolerable. Mamaru had even stayed away from home. Her bruises increased in number and became worse, covering more skin. On this particular day (Valentine Day) Hitomi's mother was depressed. Having no date, she was lying on the couch, pouring pathetic tears down her face. Her fifth bottle of scotch was already over halfway empty. Her depression was deep out of the hurtful fact that her own son had a date yet she, the ADULT had no one. The most romantic day of the year and yet, no date.
So, it was Valentine's Day, and it was only mother and daughter, no special someone's. Hitomi was feeling her mother's grief also. Nothing was worse than having to stay home all alone with her mother.
"GIRL! GET IN HERE!" her mother screamed at her from the couch. Hitomi looked towards the door with distaste before returning to her clothes folding. As she folded her favorite pair of black Gwyneth gauchos, she heard the faint pounding of her mother's foot steps banging up the stairs. As her door banged opened, Hitomi stood up, straightened her black skull and tie dress, slipping her feet into her black suede retro sneakers, knowing she'd need them. Her mother tried to look menacing; her eyes squinted, her teeth grinding together.
"Girl," She growled at Hitomi. "I told you to get in there; I didn't tell you to ignore me!" She outstretched her arm and flicked her wrist to meet her daughter's face. The slap rang out and Hitomi's cheek pounded, turning a deep purple bruise. Hitomi's eyes flashed daggers at her biological mother. Her mother noticed this fiercely angered look and laughed scornfully. "If your father was alive, he would be happy to see the way you react to me." She spit out in a furious hiss. She brought up her knee and slammed it into her abdomen. Hitomi's anger over ruled her pain, or else she would have doubled over from the pain.
Hitomi just stood and grimaced to ignore the pain, as her mother inflicted a harsh beating upon her body. After noticing that just her hands and feet weren't inflicting enough pain, she grabbed up Hitomi's electric guitar and started slamming it into Hitomi, hitting her ribs hard enough to here them crack, hitting her abdomen hard enough to make her start internally bleeding, hitting her head hard enough to give her several concussions. Hitomi finally felt her barrier of hate begin to give in and shatter. Her mother's arms staggered out of the room in a drunken state, stumbling down the stairs and collapsing in front of the kitchen.
Hitomi cautiously walked to the front door, staggering down the stairs, trying to be careful and quiet. She pulled open the great weight of the heavy door and stumbled out into the flurry of white light. Her eyes tired and her arms gained goose bumps from her braving the cold. She stumbled along the side walk remembering one of the "good ole days" of her past.
~*~Flash Back
"This is so sweet, Van. I can't believe you did this all for me." Hitomi looked around excitedly. They were standing in the middle of his living room surrounded by black velvet and silk, lit candles littering the floor. And in the center, a velvet bundle of rugs had two glasses and a bottle of wine. The candle light flickered and Hitomi gasped. Right above the sound system sat a portrait of her, her short light brown hair pulled back away from her face, her green eyes surrounded by light brown eye liner, her formal gown's silken folds making her look like a medieval princess, and her lips looked soft to the touch.
She looked up into Van's eyes, her own becoming moist with tears of happiness. She jumped into his arms, giving him warm embrace. She buried her head into his shoulder and tried to dry her tears.
"You're crying?" Van asked shocked. He tried to get a good look at her face but couldn't. His shirt was slowly becoming wet where Hitomi's face was buried. "Are these tears good?" Van asked, puzzled. He was dumbstruck at Hitomi's reaction. Hitomi looked up into his eyes, her deep green ones glistening, and nodded. Van reached a hand down and grasped her chin, bringing her lips closer and closer to him.
*~*Flash Back's End
Hitomi bit back the tears that had bitterly resurfaced. "Stupid Valentine's Day!" She whispered harshly. She looked up at the sky, her eyes opened to the falling snow flakes of the fresh snow fall. "Why'd you have to ruin MY life?" She screamed helplessly at the sky. When there was no reply, she slumped to her knees. "I hate him... I hate him... It's his fault..." she muttered over and over again. Her tears felt like daggers of ice sliding down her face. The warmth of the salty tears felt piercingly warm and then ice cold.
Her crimson hair blew around her face. Her vision blurred even more, making her face sting. When she looked up, she noticed a familiar looking, blurred face. The body was dressed in baggy black pants and a baggy navy blue Good Charlotte shirt.
"Van?" Hitomi gasped out in painful shock. "Van..." she murmured as sobs racked through her body, shaking her shoulders. Van kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, when suddenly her sobs stopped and she moaned in pain.
"Hitomi?" Van asked. He looked down at her face and saw it full of pain, fresh pain, like pain he had never seen her have before. He laid her carefully down on her back, and softly cuddled her head on top of his left arm and reached a hand down, running it up and down her torso, feeling the broken ribs hanging out at odd angles, feeling the tenderness of her abdomen. "Oh, Toe, what'd she do to you this time?" He leaned down over her, his warm breath caressing her cold, tear bitten face. "I'm sorry, Toe, I've failed you again. I should have been there to protect you."
Van stifled his soft tearful sobs and gently picked her up, carrying her limp, rag doll body down the street to the closet ER.
I have big plans for this story. What is Van's true relation with Hitomi? And why is he always there when she's in danger? Who is Mamaru on the V day date with?
A/N: So what did you think? Likey, likey? Or no likey, likey? Please say you likey! O_o I'll cry if you don't likey!! Not really. Please Review. I know it sux, but try to avoid flames! Ideas, critiques, in all shapes and sizes are welcome! I love you all! Well not REALLY (that's reserved for my Iven) but STILL! New chapter soon to come.
Ruined Lives
Chapter Four
Hitomi woke up with a pounding head. Her hair felt gritty, heavier than usual. When she opened her groggy eyes, her vision was blocked by a beautiful image. The vision of Van Fanel, from Fanelia, Gaea. His unruly locks covering his eyes. She glanced at him dazedly before she realized who he really was. She screamed a piercing scream when she realized it was Fanel who was resting next to her bed. Fanel who had his hand resting on her thigh. It was all him.
Her scream refused to fade away, staying loud and clear, not wavering, only pausing for a breath.
Fanel leaned over her and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Glad to see you too, Tomi." He smiled crookedly as he said this. He squeezed her thigh almost as if reassuringly before he took his hand off of Hitomi's mouth. Her eyes were wide with confusion. He laughed merrily as if nothing had ever happened between them. His smile suddenly wiped off his face and it became somber. He leant over her again, his eyes shaped in pain. "I'm so sorry, Toe. I never wanted it to happen."
Hitomi watched Fanel's back walk away. Her eyes felt a bit wet as she recognized his posture.
Three Cursed Days Later
(In other words, Hitomi's life feels crappy for three days) *_* Hitomi walked through the cold snow. It had been a perfect week, almost twenty degrees Celsius, nice and dry. Then, Two days ago, three days before Valentine's Day, the snow had started. It wasn't just a light sprinkle, oh no, that wouldn't be terrible enough. It was an onslaught, no pauses, no breaks, just going on and on, not giving up. Some hours pouring down up to six inches of dry powdery snow.
Hitomi hated this weather. And mixed with the date, the weather made her intolerable. Mamaru had even stayed away from home. Her bruises increased in number and became worse, covering more skin. On this particular day (Valentine Day) Hitomi's mother was depressed. Having no date, she was lying on the couch, pouring pathetic tears down her face. Her fifth bottle of scotch was already over halfway empty. Her depression was deep out of the hurtful fact that her own son had a date yet she, the ADULT had no one. The most romantic day of the year and yet, no date.
So, it was Valentine's Day, and it was only mother and daughter, no special someone's. Hitomi was feeling her mother's grief also. Nothing was worse than having to stay home all alone with her mother.
"GIRL! GET IN HERE!" her mother screamed at her from the couch. Hitomi looked towards the door with distaste before returning to her clothes folding. As she folded her favorite pair of black Gwyneth gauchos, she heard the faint pounding of her mother's foot steps banging up the stairs. As her door banged opened, Hitomi stood up, straightened her black skull and tie dress, slipping her feet into her black suede retro sneakers, knowing she'd need them. Her mother tried to look menacing; her eyes squinted, her teeth grinding together.
"Girl," She growled at Hitomi. "I told you to get in there; I didn't tell you to ignore me!" She outstretched her arm and flicked her wrist to meet her daughter's face. The slap rang out and Hitomi's cheek pounded, turning a deep purple bruise. Hitomi's eyes flashed daggers at her biological mother. Her mother noticed this fiercely angered look and laughed scornfully. "If your father was alive, he would be happy to see the way you react to me." She spit out in a furious hiss. She brought up her knee and slammed it into her abdomen. Hitomi's anger over ruled her pain, or else she would have doubled over from the pain.
Hitomi just stood and grimaced to ignore the pain, as her mother inflicted a harsh beating upon her body. After noticing that just her hands and feet weren't inflicting enough pain, she grabbed up Hitomi's electric guitar and started slamming it into Hitomi, hitting her ribs hard enough to here them crack, hitting her abdomen hard enough to make her start internally bleeding, hitting her head hard enough to give her several concussions. Hitomi finally felt her barrier of hate begin to give in and shatter. Her mother's arms staggered out of the room in a drunken state, stumbling down the stairs and collapsing in front of the kitchen.
Hitomi cautiously walked to the front door, staggering down the stairs, trying to be careful and quiet. She pulled open the great weight of the heavy door and stumbled out into the flurry of white light. Her eyes tired and her arms gained goose bumps from her braving the cold. She stumbled along the side walk remembering one of the "good ole days" of her past.
~*~Flash Back
"This is so sweet, Van. I can't believe you did this all for me." Hitomi looked around excitedly. They were standing in the middle of his living room surrounded by black velvet and silk, lit candles littering the floor. And in the center, a velvet bundle of rugs had two glasses and a bottle of wine. The candle light flickered and Hitomi gasped. Right above the sound system sat a portrait of her, her short light brown hair pulled back away from her face, her green eyes surrounded by light brown eye liner, her formal gown's silken folds making her look like a medieval princess, and her lips looked soft to the touch.
She looked up into Van's eyes, her own becoming moist with tears of happiness. She jumped into his arms, giving him warm embrace. She buried her head into his shoulder and tried to dry her tears.
"You're crying?" Van asked shocked. He tried to get a good look at her face but couldn't. His shirt was slowly becoming wet where Hitomi's face was buried. "Are these tears good?" Van asked, puzzled. He was dumbstruck at Hitomi's reaction. Hitomi looked up into his eyes, her deep green ones glistening, and nodded. Van reached a hand down and grasped her chin, bringing her lips closer and closer to him.
*~*Flash Back's End
Hitomi bit back the tears that had bitterly resurfaced. "Stupid Valentine's Day!" She whispered harshly. She looked up at the sky, her eyes opened to the falling snow flakes of the fresh snow fall. "Why'd you have to ruin MY life?" She screamed helplessly at the sky. When there was no reply, she slumped to her knees. "I hate him... I hate him... It's his fault..." she muttered over and over again. Her tears felt like daggers of ice sliding down her face. The warmth of the salty tears felt piercingly warm and then ice cold.
Her crimson hair blew around her face. Her vision blurred even more, making her face sting. When she looked up, she noticed a familiar looking, blurred face. The body was dressed in baggy black pants and a baggy navy blue Good Charlotte shirt.
"Van?" Hitomi gasped out in painful shock. "Van..." she murmured as sobs racked through her body, shaking her shoulders. Van kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, when suddenly her sobs stopped and she moaned in pain.
"Hitomi?" Van asked. He looked down at her face and saw it full of pain, fresh pain, like pain he had never seen her have before. He laid her carefully down on her back, and softly cuddled her head on top of his left arm and reached a hand down, running it up and down her torso, feeling the broken ribs hanging out at odd angles, feeling the tenderness of her abdomen. "Oh, Toe, what'd she do to you this time?" He leaned down over her, his warm breath caressing her cold, tear bitten face. "I'm sorry, Toe, I've failed you again. I should have been there to protect you."
Van stifled his soft tearful sobs and gently picked her up, carrying her limp, rag doll body down the street to the closet ER.
I have big plans for this story. What is Van's true relation with Hitomi? And why is he always there when she's in danger? Who is Mamaru on the V day date with?
A/N: So what did you think? Likey, likey? Or no likey, likey? Please say you likey! O_o I'll cry if you don't likey!! Not really. Please Review. I know it sux, but try to avoid flames! Ideas, critiques, in all shapes and sizes are welcome! I love you all! Well not REALLY (that's reserved for my Iven) but STILL! New chapter soon to come.
