Chapter 5: Dismissive Passions
A/N: Ohhhhh.does the title make you wonder? It should. If it doesn't you're incapable of curiosity and should be shot upon sight. *pulls out .357* Oh wait. I forgot that I don't like guns. I'm not telling you why. Anyhow, in this chapter hopefully you should see some, *things* that weren't quite clear last time we watched our Godly friends. Well, technically they aren't our friends.
Hitomi: What do you mean I'm not your friend! YOU WROTE ME INTO EXISTENCE IDIOT AUTHORESS!
Fjork: *sigh* Sorry HCT, she gets a bit over-emotional sometimes. She's just passionate. OOP-did I say that out loud?
HCT: Yes you did Fjork. Oh well, it doesn't really matter. I think you just made them more curious. *peers at reader suspiciously* Ohhhh, I SEE YOU.
Battousai: HELLO, trying to cure Kaoru here!
Kaoru: -_- ZzZz
HCT: Battousai honey, Kaoru is sleeping. She doesn't need a cure.
Battousai: YES SHE DOES! DIE!!!! *draws sword*
HCT: c.C Oooook. Well, while I run around trying not to lose my head, you read this chapter I've so considerately written. Oh yeah, don't forget to read my disclaimer. One day it could tell you something particularly important...
Disclaimer: I don't own RK. I do own Hitomi and Fjork though. They are MY original creations. NO TOUCHY!
HCT:...but not today. Hehe, sorry.
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Fjork paced in the terrarium garden. What was he going to do? Sighing with indecision, he walked carefully over the fragile plants in the garden. He needed to sit under the tree. It was a good thing this garden was so large, for he yearned to be alone.
Truly alone.
Well, not truly alone, but alone with maybe one other person? 'DAMN IT FJORK! FOCUS!' his mind screamed at him. Snapping out of his thoughts, he pondered his dilemma. He was required by syndicate law to tell the Others what he knew.
But if he did they would kill Hitomi. Before the danger had been minimal. Just a warning to Hitomi, and she hadn't even known it was the Others. Fjork found himself wondering how he'd even gotten himself caught up in the Other syndicate.
*flashback starts*
A five-year-old Fjork followed Hitomi as she stomped around her room, packing clothes in her suitcase furiously. "Sis....what's going on? Why are you angry?" Fjork asked. "Daddy says I have to go to the nursery. I'm running away." Hitomi replied matter-of-factly.
"I wanna run away with you then." Fjork said, raising his chin to imply he wasn't afraid. Even though he was. Hitomi sighed. Fjork saw her probe coming and swiftly let down his guard. The child had learned to completely shield his aura from her, but because of his quick thinking she still saw the oranges of concern and the swirling blacks of fear.
"Fjork, you can't come with me." Hitomi stated firmly. The wilderness of this Plane was not a place for children, no matter how prodigious. Fjork frowned. Hitomi was hard set in her ways, she would be difficult to persuade otherwise now. "Sis?" he said, peering around to see her eyes.
He needed to look into those deep turquoise pools. Hitomi turned towards him, her eyes brimmed with tears unshed. She looked away when she knew he noticed them, blinking so they wouldn't fall. Fjork growled furiously.
This wasn't the first time her father had made her cry. Strange enough, though Dreiden was his adoptive father, Fjork had never taken a liking to the man. Or had he ever thought of him as a father in any way, shape, or form.
Hitomi took a shuddery breath to stifle the sound of her half-sob. She wanted out. Now she was going to get it. She would leave, and when she came back, she would be strong. She WOULD be the Goddess of the Plane, no one, not even her father could stop her.
Her mother, ha, that was a laugh. The pushover she was? Fjork watched the play of emotions in Hitomi's downcast eyes. He saw the white swirls of pain in her aura, and knew that the abuse had not been verbal only.
The dark magenta of worry swirled with the light blue of caution; her worry was highly guarded Fjork saw. Technically he shouldn't be able to see these colors, at least not this deeply. The one color that frightened him the most was this new one, one he'd never seen in her aura before. He saw the sharp, jagged edge of gray, the color of suicide.
"Hitomi." Fjork pronounced. His tone implied no room for argument. Hitomi gasped at the likeness to her father's voice that small body could project. Fjork stopped, momentarily stunned that he held such authority. "Hitomi." He continued, his confidence renewed.
"I am going with you. That is final, I will not argue. If you refuse to allow me to accompany you, then I will run away to a different place, and most likely I will die there." Fjork inwardly wondered at the seriousness of his words. Where in his tiny, fun-loving body had he a serious bone?
"Fjork! You are most certainly NOT going with me!" Hitomi turned away from him, denying him the pleasure of seeing the want in her eyes. She would hurt while she was gone. And it was because of him.
Fjork sat on the edge of her futon. "Hitomi. Listen."
Hitomi exploded.
"NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE...YOU LITTLE...CHILD! YOU DON'T CONTROL ME! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! I'M LEAVING, AND YOU ARE NOT TO FOLLOW ME! I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD YOU HOLD SACRED I WILL THROTTLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT FOLLOWING!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO BUG OFF WITH THE OTHERS!"
Fjork recoiled, having received the outburst on more levels than one. Since no one knew of his advanced psychic abilities, no one bothered to shield their ranting or screaming when he was yelled at.
He was getting pretty good at fending off the tension headaches many acquired from telepathic roaring. THOSE were not fun. But strangely this hurt much, much more. Fjork watched as Hitomi huffed and stormed away from him.
She thought him weak. Well he would show her. He would do just what she had said, no matter how facetious she had been. He would join the Others. Hitomi would be back. He, on the other hand, would not.
*end flashback*
Fjork sighed. Oh yes. He remembered now. He groaned. 'I liked not knowing better.' How foolish he had been as a child! But now, now he was too wrapped up in everything else to let go of the syndicate. Plus it was impossible anyhow. The Others would kill him and Hitomi, and her entire family. Fjork crumpled under the bent figure of the old tree. He stared at the long, slender gray-green branches that dipped nearly into the small stream.
His eyes traced each and every heart-shaped oval leaf on the ancient tree. And he allowed his mind to stray towards days long gone. He and Hitomi had often sat under this tree and talked. How he longed for a simple talk with her now. He would tell her everything. EVERYTHING. He would tell her about the Others, he would tell her about what happened when he left, he would even tell her that...he loved her.
And not as a sister.
He wanted nothing more than to fuse his powers with hers, to feel that rush of being united forever. To be one with the one and only. He wanted to be her protector, to be her salvation, her other half. Fjork sighed. "I'm a hopeless romantic." That's what he got for listening to Hitomi's mother for hours on end.
But Hitomi had changed. The Elite had molded her into something else, something harsh and manipulative. He loved her anyway. Tightly clamping a block on his straying emotions Fjork sighed. Time to think of something else. No need to get himself worked up over something he had no power to change.
He watched the minnows play tag in the shallow stream. He'd loved to watch them dash around so as a child, they reminded him of Hitomi's eyes. And he was at it again wasn't he. He didn't know what he was going to do. Hitomi filled his every moment, even his sleep.
He often dreamed of a future with her, raising their two children, the older male child Ronin and the younger female Romini. His dreams were so vivid, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were signs of something to come...BUT anyhow. Back to his dilemma. What was he to do?
He had no idea what to think. This constant obsession with Hitomi was running his life. She wasn't what she used to be, which is what Fjork fell in love with, but he still loved her, yet the love he felt was for the buried Hitomi. He needed some serious time to think.
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A/N: Nothing about Hitomi in this chapter, I needed to devote it to Fjork's dilemma. And his little revelation. Please don't flame me to badly, they aren't REALLY brother and sister! They just grew up together! *cringes and hides under notebook*
*EEP* Follow Firkin!
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^Firkin needs your help! HCT needs an anti-depressant (and most likely some bandages from violent flames from readers), and reviews are just what the psychologist ordered!
A/N: Ohhhhh.does the title make you wonder? It should. If it doesn't you're incapable of curiosity and should be shot upon sight. *pulls out .357* Oh wait. I forgot that I don't like guns. I'm not telling you why. Anyhow, in this chapter hopefully you should see some, *things* that weren't quite clear last time we watched our Godly friends. Well, technically they aren't our friends.
Hitomi: What do you mean I'm not your friend! YOU WROTE ME INTO EXISTENCE IDIOT AUTHORESS!
Fjork: *sigh* Sorry HCT, she gets a bit over-emotional sometimes. She's just passionate. OOP-did I say that out loud?
HCT: Yes you did Fjork. Oh well, it doesn't really matter. I think you just made them more curious. *peers at reader suspiciously* Ohhhh, I SEE YOU.
Battousai: HELLO, trying to cure Kaoru here!
Kaoru: -_- ZzZz
HCT: Battousai honey, Kaoru is sleeping. She doesn't need a cure.
Battousai: YES SHE DOES! DIE!!!! *draws sword*
HCT: c.C Oooook. Well, while I run around trying not to lose my head, you read this chapter I've so considerately written. Oh yeah, don't forget to read my disclaimer. One day it could tell you something particularly important...
Disclaimer: I don't own RK. I do own Hitomi and Fjork though. They are MY original creations. NO TOUCHY!
HCT:...but not today. Hehe, sorry.
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Fjork paced in the terrarium garden. What was he going to do? Sighing with indecision, he walked carefully over the fragile plants in the garden. He needed to sit under the tree. It was a good thing this garden was so large, for he yearned to be alone.
Truly alone.
Well, not truly alone, but alone with maybe one other person? 'DAMN IT FJORK! FOCUS!' his mind screamed at him. Snapping out of his thoughts, he pondered his dilemma. He was required by syndicate law to tell the Others what he knew.
But if he did they would kill Hitomi. Before the danger had been minimal. Just a warning to Hitomi, and she hadn't even known it was the Others. Fjork found himself wondering how he'd even gotten himself caught up in the Other syndicate.
*flashback starts*
A five-year-old Fjork followed Hitomi as she stomped around her room, packing clothes in her suitcase furiously. "Sis....what's going on? Why are you angry?" Fjork asked. "Daddy says I have to go to the nursery. I'm running away." Hitomi replied matter-of-factly.
"I wanna run away with you then." Fjork said, raising his chin to imply he wasn't afraid. Even though he was. Hitomi sighed. Fjork saw her probe coming and swiftly let down his guard. The child had learned to completely shield his aura from her, but because of his quick thinking she still saw the oranges of concern and the swirling blacks of fear.
"Fjork, you can't come with me." Hitomi stated firmly. The wilderness of this Plane was not a place for children, no matter how prodigious. Fjork frowned. Hitomi was hard set in her ways, she would be difficult to persuade otherwise now. "Sis?" he said, peering around to see her eyes.
He needed to look into those deep turquoise pools. Hitomi turned towards him, her eyes brimmed with tears unshed. She looked away when she knew he noticed them, blinking so they wouldn't fall. Fjork growled furiously.
This wasn't the first time her father had made her cry. Strange enough, though Dreiden was his adoptive father, Fjork had never taken a liking to the man. Or had he ever thought of him as a father in any way, shape, or form.
Hitomi took a shuddery breath to stifle the sound of her half-sob. She wanted out. Now she was going to get it. She would leave, and when she came back, she would be strong. She WOULD be the Goddess of the Plane, no one, not even her father could stop her.
Her mother, ha, that was a laugh. The pushover she was? Fjork watched the play of emotions in Hitomi's downcast eyes. He saw the white swirls of pain in her aura, and knew that the abuse had not been verbal only.
The dark magenta of worry swirled with the light blue of caution; her worry was highly guarded Fjork saw. Technically he shouldn't be able to see these colors, at least not this deeply. The one color that frightened him the most was this new one, one he'd never seen in her aura before. He saw the sharp, jagged edge of gray, the color of suicide.
"Hitomi." Fjork pronounced. His tone implied no room for argument. Hitomi gasped at the likeness to her father's voice that small body could project. Fjork stopped, momentarily stunned that he held such authority. "Hitomi." He continued, his confidence renewed.
"I am going with you. That is final, I will not argue. If you refuse to allow me to accompany you, then I will run away to a different place, and most likely I will die there." Fjork inwardly wondered at the seriousness of his words. Where in his tiny, fun-loving body had he a serious bone?
"Fjork! You are most certainly NOT going with me!" Hitomi turned away from him, denying him the pleasure of seeing the want in her eyes. She would hurt while she was gone. And it was because of him.
Fjork sat on the edge of her futon. "Hitomi. Listen."
Hitomi exploded.
"NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE...YOU LITTLE...CHILD! YOU DON'T CONTROL ME! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! I'M LEAVING, AND YOU ARE NOT TO FOLLOW ME! I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD YOU HOLD SACRED I WILL THROTTLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT FOLLOWING!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO BUG OFF WITH THE OTHERS!"
Fjork recoiled, having received the outburst on more levels than one. Since no one knew of his advanced psychic abilities, no one bothered to shield their ranting or screaming when he was yelled at.
He was getting pretty good at fending off the tension headaches many acquired from telepathic roaring. THOSE were not fun. But strangely this hurt much, much more. Fjork watched as Hitomi huffed and stormed away from him.
She thought him weak. Well he would show her. He would do just what she had said, no matter how facetious she had been. He would join the Others. Hitomi would be back. He, on the other hand, would not.
*end flashback*
Fjork sighed. Oh yes. He remembered now. He groaned. 'I liked not knowing better.' How foolish he had been as a child! But now, now he was too wrapped up in everything else to let go of the syndicate. Plus it was impossible anyhow. The Others would kill him and Hitomi, and her entire family. Fjork crumpled under the bent figure of the old tree. He stared at the long, slender gray-green branches that dipped nearly into the small stream.
His eyes traced each and every heart-shaped oval leaf on the ancient tree. And he allowed his mind to stray towards days long gone. He and Hitomi had often sat under this tree and talked. How he longed for a simple talk with her now. He would tell her everything. EVERYTHING. He would tell her about the Others, he would tell her about what happened when he left, he would even tell her that...he loved her.
And not as a sister.
He wanted nothing more than to fuse his powers with hers, to feel that rush of being united forever. To be one with the one and only. He wanted to be her protector, to be her salvation, her other half. Fjork sighed. "I'm a hopeless romantic." That's what he got for listening to Hitomi's mother for hours on end.
But Hitomi had changed. The Elite had molded her into something else, something harsh and manipulative. He loved her anyway. Tightly clamping a block on his straying emotions Fjork sighed. Time to think of something else. No need to get himself worked up over something he had no power to change.
He watched the minnows play tag in the shallow stream. He'd loved to watch them dash around so as a child, they reminded him of Hitomi's eyes. And he was at it again wasn't he. He didn't know what he was going to do. Hitomi filled his every moment, even his sleep.
He often dreamed of a future with her, raising their two children, the older male child Ronin and the younger female Romini. His dreams were so vivid, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were signs of something to come...BUT anyhow. Back to his dilemma. What was he to do?
He had no idea what to think. This constant obsession with Hitomi was running his life. She wasn't what she used to be, which is what Fjork fell in love with, but he still loved her, yet the love he felt was for the buried Hitomi. He needed some serious time to think.
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A/N: Nothing about Hitomi in this chapter, I needed to devote it to Fjork's dilemma. And his little revelation. Please don't flame me to badly, they aren't REALLY brother and sister! They just grew up together! *cringes and hides under notebook*
*EEP* Follow Firkin!
/\(;-;)/\
^Firkin needs your help! HCT needs an anti-depressant (and most likely some bandages from violent flames from readers), and reviews are just what the psychologist ordered!