Yeah yeah yeah, another one of the many, Hitomi and Van's daughter goes
back the Gaia story. Hopefully mine isn't too........I don't
know.......dull. This story was another, spur of the moment idea which I
will probably never update since I'm rarely motivated. I have no clue why
I'm writing this story, since I'm not the hugest Hitomi/Van fanatic. They
are a great couple, but I don't care that much. If anyone reading this
right now has read any of my other work, Dilandau will be in this. He
always is, anyways. I'm fully aware Hitomi and such come down from a blue
pillar of light also. If for some reason you like, review if you feel like
it. So, read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, any of the cars mentioned, or anything else I mention that is famous and makes money. If some other writer has a character with the name Ivy, congratulations, we picked the same name and I didn't do it to simply copy your work or annoy you. I own Ivy's character/personality and such. Oh, I don't own Rammstein either.......sadly.
Happyland
(Maybe) Chapter 1.
"So Miss......." the elderly woman scanned her clipboard for the name of the girl she was speaking to. She found it quickly and sat the clipboard down in her lap, "Kanzaki, how is your life?"
The teenaged girl sat slouched down in the patients' couch with her arms crossed firmly over her chest, a scowl on her features as she burned a hole through the carpet with her emerald glare.
"Miss Kanzaki, I'm speaking to you, now how is you life at this moment?"
The teen looked up and pulled a petit earphone away from her left ear, a German band, Rammstein, sang onward without her hearing. "Hm?" she asked nonchalantly as if she had just awoken from a long nap.
The older woman made a smacking noise with her lips of disapproval as she shifted in her chair. The woman found a place more comfortable for her arthritis-ridden bones. "There is no need for you to tune me out, I'm simply doing my job so just answer the question. How are you doing?"
"I'm absolutely delightful," she mock smiled, her eyes squinting pleasantly rimmed with black eyeliner. "How are you today?" She asked as if she were speaking to a mentally challenged child.
"I'm not going to tolerate this rudeness, now simply answer my question!" the woman almost screamed, her pencil hung over the first checkbox on her sheet. Her sheet, a pale pink with happy faces printed on the top, was an evaluation sheet about teenagers and their sanity.
The teenager, Ivy Kanzaki, placed the small earphone that could discreetly hide in her ear back into place and turned up the volume. Her mouth formed the words of the new song she was listening to.
"Miss Kanzaki!" the woman with gleaming white hair screamed intentionally.
The sixteen-year old snapped forward and placed her feet onto the ground with all her weight placed on them. "Shut the fuck up you incompetent, old bitch!" she roared, her glare intensifying, gazing into the grayness of the woman's eyes. "You know what you know about me, so don't fucking waste your time by asking me how I am. I'm an anti-social, bastard, daughter of a mother who is constantly high on some invisible drug and lives in an asylum, gone through three families who all ended up hating me.......well damn lady! When do you want me to stop repeating what you already have printed on that stupid board?"
The woman was a little taken aback by the suddenly transition in tone and behavior.
"Well what more do you wanna know?" the girl screamed again.
"I understand that-" before she could even finish her sentence Ivy stood and grabbed her canvas bag beside the patients couch. She folded the cord for the earphones carefully around her cd player and stuffed it into her bag.
"You don't know nothing lady, so don't give me any of you bull about living in my life!" said Ivy Kanzaki briskly walking to the door. "I'm outta here." She growled turning the dull brass knob and walking quickly through the door. She met the sterile smell of the waiting room then went into the halls of the children's' psychiatric wing. The girl ignored the bewildered comments of her recent foster family as she trudged away.
She was out the door of the building before the woman had decided to call security and running freely through a neighboring patch of woods. Running was one of her escapes out of reality when it became too harsh for her to handle. Ivy had noticed the neighborhood of large houses and lush gardens when she was driven there. Her eyes caught the sight of a long roof and probably expensive in no time and she ran through a yard that appeared to be unattended, clutching her bag to her back so it wouldn't bring down her speed.
A fence suddenly came into view that was the property of another mansion and she brought up her speed to match its height. Her feet hit the wood siding first and her left hand quickly grabbed onto the top of the white fence. With a struggled grunt she placed her right foot on top of the fence and hopped over. A street with street lamps placed every so often was what she first saw.
Ivy sat herself down on the curb of the pavement. The curb was rounded so her butt found the flat ground a more comfortable place to rest. She caught her breath and thought of everything she had just done. She'd bitched out a woman trying to help her mental issues and run away from her problem. This was sadly becoming a common thing for her to do, since she had been starting to rebel more strongly over the years.
"Oh shit," she muttered breathless as she rested her head on the rounded curb, "I can't keep doing this. I have to stop sprinting away from whatever I have had trouble with."
The sun was bright and cheerful and looked down on nature lovingly, but it started to piss Ivy off so she pulled her beige bag over her eyes. In the shadow of her bag she began thinking. Her life wasn't the best, but constantly she reminded herself that people had worse lives. As she contemplated if suicide was seriously that bad of an idea, her sad attempt at optimism failing miserably, a loud humming made her more alert. The humming of a car speeding towards her.
A screeched of tires filled the air right next to Ivy as she sprung up to watch a jeep skid by and slam into a parked bmw in a driveway. "Oh shit man, why do I always get myself into trouble!" she said loudly to no one. Her feet were itching to run like crazy away from this crash site.
A middle-aged man jumped out of his car consumed with anger, "You little dumbass, why were you laying in the middle of the road? I could have killed you!"
"Maybe you should keep your eyes on the road porkass!" she replied before censoring her speech.
"That's it, I'll make sure you pay every cent of this damage you little hood rat!" The sound of a mans' voice yelling irritated Ivy's ears and she turned to run, she had to get out of this neighborhood.
Her thoughts of running away became even stronger when she saw the 20- something blond woman wearing pearls and a dark tan pant suit walk out to investigate about the noise. The woman discovered her bmw was destroyed. Her face distorted in anger as she whipped out her cell phone and the word "police" was heard clearly across the street. Ivy ran away, the man ran after her screaming about her paying for all the trouble. Her adrenaline kicked in and the assistance of her youth helped her escape the slightly overweight man.
Ivy ran down an old trail into the woods, a deeper section, with her heart pumping violently and mouth dry as she heard police car sirens. 'No not that sound!' she thought.
The trail led pretty deep and she kept tumbling down the slope of the trail, thankful as hell there was a slope. When the sirens had stopped or been shut off she jumped up onto a low branch and climbed up the large tree to be hidden. She attempted to catch her breath again. 'Oh shit, shit, shit, how could I get myself in so much trouble? I know I'm not the best girl in the world, but I don't want to end up on America's most wanted today!' her mind yelled.
She took this time to scold herself for running away in the first place, not hiding her trail, and being such a stupid person. Ivy also fixed her jeans that hung loosely of her hips if not held up with a black studded belt. She studied her outfit to make sure a random person would not suspect her of doing anything in the last ten minutes. A semi-tight, black shirt with the white lettering of "Go Away" covered her chest. A black choker with spikes adorned her neck, a silver chain wrapped around the leather with a pink jewel hanging down in the front. It was the only thing she had ever taken from her mother. It was also the only thing she liked about her mother.
With a sigh, Ivy opened her bag to reveal two sets of clothing, and some everyday items as if one was traveling. She normally kept that bag with her; since she was starting to grow more dependent on running away from her problems she found it handy. She wondered if she should change into something society would dub "normal". That would mean changing her hairstyle from the chin-length black to shoving it in a little silver hair clip. She decided against it, preferring to sort out her mind first.
Ivy grabbed a compact containing pressed powder the color of a chalk white and rubbed it over her naturally tan face. She wasn't too attractive, but didn't really care that much about it anyways. She shoved the compact back into her bag and listened for footsteps of police. No one was coming she realized after twenty minutes of listening intently. Her heartbeat began to beat at a regular pace and she was happy that she got off so lightly, well for now.
"Damn, if I could only leave this place and go to Mom's happyland, I wish it was real." She said to herself, leaning against the tree trunk realizing how mush trouble she was in for. "If I could only get away from this troublesome planet!"
Her ranting continued and grew fiercer and aggressive, the pendant became a fiery red. "I just want to leave! I can't do anything right here! This isn't my place, I never asked to be born!" she screamed startling the hidden wildlife around her.
The necklace's light poured over Ivy and engulfed her. The warmth too hot for her taste, it singed her skin, but left no burn mark behind. 'If this is the pain I have to go through to leave, I'll endure it.' she thought morbidly to herself. "Anyone, just take me away." she whispered. Her body slammed onto hard ground.
"Ah, crap." she muttered as she felt her back ache from her sudden fall. Every attempt to sit up was accompanied with colorful language.
Ivy moaned pitifully as she sat up, or actually slouched over her knees. "What did I do?" was all she managed to say as she looked up and saw a vast array of wilderness below the hill she was on. Stars twinkled brightly, varying in brightness, but equal in beauty. Yet the most breathtaking sight was the moon, large and full, with Earth hovering ever so close.
"I'm.........? I.........?" she couldn't speak; a smile took over her face, her first true smile in many years. "I'm off of that hell!" she laughed throwing her head back and listening to it echo. "I guess Mom wasn't a nutcase, this place does exist." Ivy suddenly felt a bit of remorse for bashing her mother verbally all those long ago visits in her past, before the restraining order.
"Surrender or we will force you to." called out a man's voice from behind her.
Ivy spun around with new energy from happiness to only switch to dread. Three men, in their 30's she guessed, were standing behind her with swords drawn. Their armor was gray with an emblem of some sort across the chest plate. Though the sword looked a little too real for comfort.
"Uh, where am I?" she asked about the stand but one of the men jab his sword a little to keep her down. "What the fuck, midget?" she asked instantly recognizing that the man that had attempted to jab her was the shortest among them.
"Surrender, this is your last chance!" the man closet to her shouted.
"Fine, fine, you seem to have an attitude problem you need to deal with, but I surrender." Ivy winced mentally after those words flew out of her mouth. 'No need in enticing weirdo's to kill you yet.' she reminded herself.
"Lay down on the ground and don't move." the same man commanded.
Ivy chose to lie on her stomach as the one she had dubbed "Midget" opened her bag made of canvas and went through it. Her examined her belongings in a curious state, seeing as he had never seen a tampon before in his life. She blushed a little and hoped to whatever religion she might go into that he didn't ask what it was.
The other man patted down her baggy pants, searching for weapons. "Where are you from?" asked the man who hadn't spoken until then. His voice was very soft and caught Ivy off guard.
She thought quickly trying to remember what her mother had continually rambled on about, "Fanelia!" she blurted out guessing that would be good. Deep in her mind she knew she wasn't supposed to tell a certain group of people but forgot the name. 'Oh come on Ivy, do you know how rare the chances are that they are those people?' she laughed reassuringly in her mind. All three men glared down at her, she looked at all of them. "Hey, where are you guys from?" she asked.
There was a silence that hung in the air for a few seconds, only the night owl's hoot was heard faintly. "Zaibach!" they all said in unison.
"Oh shit." Ivy muttered into the grass that was wet against her jaw as her eyes widened. 'Those are the people I wasn't supposed to tell."
"Are you a spy?" interrogated the smallest of the three.
"Do I honestly look like a spy Midget?" she asked testing the new nickname.
The small man wasn't too pleased with the name with the look of loathing he gave her. "I suggest we take her to the dungeons to be questioned." said the soft voiced man. He seemed to be the most reasoning of the three.
"We could kill her right now." said midget.
"No," said the man who had called out "Surrender" earlier, "We'll have to see what she knows before we can kill her, now tie her up good Kaylo and you grab that bag Roin." he said pointing to the bag.
Kaylo or the soft voiced man, grabbed Ivy by the side of her jeans near the pockets and pulled her around so she was lying on her back. It slightly knocked the wind out of her that he was being so rough. As Kaylo began pulling out some rope that was looped and attached near his waist he noticed her belt. The flattened studs captured his eye as they reflected the night sky's light.
"What is that?" he asked her out of genuine curiosity.
"It's my machine gun." she said.
"What?"
"Nothing, just a belt." Ivy said looking to her left down the hill, thinking about rolling away. She only needed that chance and Kaylo was standing right over her. She sighed and excepted defeat for the moment as she was thrown over the man's shoulder and watching Roin rummage through her bag again.
"So, where are you boys taking me?" she asked as she felt fear creeping up on her.
"Vionne." said the nameless man in a monotone.
"Oh shit." she muttered.
"Your not very lady-like." Roin spat, wanting to get her back for the short comments.
"Your not very tall." Ivy retorted as if she didn't care, which she didn't. She still needed to escape from another mess she had gotten herself into. A serious mess that had completely destroyed Ivy's foundation with her mother because she was a skeptic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, any of the cars mentioned, or anything else I mention that is famous and makes money. If some other writer has a character with the name Ivy, congratulations, we picked the same name and I didn't do it to simply copy your work or annoy you. I own Ivy's character/personality and such. Oh, I don't own Rammstein either.......sadly.
Happyland
(Maybe) Chapter 1.
"So Miss......." the elderly woman scanned her clipboard for the name of the girl she was speaking to. She found it quickly and sat the clipboard down in her lap, "Kanzaki, how is your life?"
The teenaged girl sat slouched down in the patients' couch with her arms crossed firmly over her chest, a scowl on her features as she burned a hole through the carpet with her emerald glare.
"Miss Kanzaki, I'm speaking to you, now how is you life at this moment?"
The teen looked up and pulled a petit earphone away from her left ear, a German band, Rammstein, sang onward without her hearing. "Hm?" she asked nonchalantly as if she had just awoken from a long nap.
The older woman made a smacking noise with her lips of disapproval as she shifted in her chair. The woman found a place more comfortable for her arthritis-ridden bones. "There is no need for you to tune me out, I'm simply doing my job so just answer the question. How are you doing?"
"I'm absolutely delightful," she mock smiled, her eyes squinting pleasantly rimmed with black eyeliner. "How are you today?" She asked as if she were speaking to a mentally challenged child.
"I'm not going to tolerate this rudeness, now simply answer my question!" the woman almost screamed, her pencil hung over the first checkbox on her sheet. Her sheet, a pale pink with happy faces printed on the top, was an evaluation sheet about teenagers and their sanity.
The teenager, Ivy Kanzaki, placed the small earphone that could discreetly hide in her ear back into place and turned up the volume. Her mouth formed the words of the new song she was listening to.
"Miss Kanzaki!" the woman with gleaming white hair screamed intentionally.
The sixteen-year old snapped forward and placed her feet onto the ground with all her weight placed on them. "Shut the fuck up you incompetent, old bitch!" she roared, her glare intensifying, gazing into the grayness of the woman's eyes. "You know what you know about me, so don't fucking waste your time by asking me how I am. I'm an anti-social, bastard, daughter of a mother who is constantly high on some invisible drug and lives in an asylum, gone through three families who all ended up hating me.......well damn lady! When do you want me to stop repeating what you already have printed on that stupid board?"
The woman was a little taken aback by the suddenly transition in tone and behavior.
"Well what more do you wanna know?" the girl screamed again.
"I understand that-" before she could even finish her sentence Ivy stood and grabbed her canvas bag beside the patients couch. She folded the cord for the earphones carefully around her cd player and stuffed it into her bag.
"You don't know nothing lady, so don't give me any of you bull about living in my life!" said Ivy Kanzaki briskly walking to the door. "I'm outta here." She growled turning the dull brass knob and walking quickly through the door. She met the sterile smell of the waiting room then went into the halls of the children's' psychiatric wing. The girl ignored the bewildered comments of her recent foster family as she trudged away.
She was out the door of the building before the woman had decided to call security and running freely through a neighboring patch of woods. Running was one of her escapes out of reality when it became too harsh for her to handle. Ivy had noticed the neighborhood of large houses and lush gardens when she was driven there. Her eyes caught the sight of a long roof and probably expensive in no time and she ran through a yard that appeared to be unattended, clutching her bag to her back so it wouldn't bring down her speed.
A fence suddenly came into view that was the property of another mansion and she brought up her speed to match its height. Her feet hit the wood siding first and her left hand quickly grabbed onto the top of the white fence. With a struggled grunt she placed her right foot on top of the fence and hopped over. A street with street lamps placed every so often was what she first saw.
Ivy sat herself down on the curb of the pavement. The curb was rounded so her butt found the flat ground a more comfortable place to rest. She caught her breath and thought of everything she had just done. She'd bitched out a woman trying to help her mental issues and run away from her problem. This was sadly becoming a common thing for her to do, since she had been starting to rebel more strongly over the years.
"Oh shit," she muttered breathless as she rested her head on the rounded curb, "I can't keep doing this. I have to stop sprinting away from whatever I have had trouble with."
The sun was bright and cheerful and looked down on nature lovingly, but it started to piss Ivy off so she pulled her beige bag over her eyes. In the shadow of her bag she began thinking. Her life wasn't the best, but constantly she reminded herself that people had worse lives. As she contemplated if suicide was seriously that bad of an idea, her sad attempt at optimism failing miserably, a loud humming made her more alert. The humming of a car speeding towards her.
A screeched of tires filled the air right next to Ivy as she sprung up to watch a jeep skid by and slam into a parked bmw in a driveway. "Oh shit man, why do I always get myself into trouble!" she said loudly to no one. Her feet were itching to run like crazy away from this crash site.
A middle-aged man jumped out of his car consumed with anger, "You little dumbass, why were you laying in the middle of the road? I could have killed you!"
"Maybe you should keep your eyes on the road porkass!" she replied before censoring her speech.
"That's it, I'll make sure you pay every cent of this damage you little hood rat!" The sound of a mans' voice yelling irritated Ivy's ears and she turned to run, she had to get out of this neighborhood.
Her thoughts of running away became even stronger when she saw the 20- something blond woman wearing pearls and a dark tan pant suit walk out to investigate about the noise. The woman discovered her bmw was destroyed. Her face distorted in anger as she whipped out her cell phone and the word "police" was heard clearly across the street. Ivy ran away, the man ran after her screaming about her paying for all the trouble. Her adrenaline kicked in and the assistance of her youth helped her escape the slightly overweight man.
Ivy ran down an old trail into the woods, a deeper section, with her heart pumping violently and mouth dry as she heard police car sirens. 'No not that sound!' she thought.
The trail led pretty deep and she kept tumbling down the slope of the trail, thankful as hell there was a slope. When the sirens had stopped or been shut off she jumped up onto a low branch and climbed up the large tree to be hidden. She attempted to catch her breath again. 'Oh shit, shit, shit, how could I get myself in so much trouble? I know I'm not the best girl in the world, but I don't want to end up on America's most wanted today!' her mind yelled.
She took this time to scold herself for running away in the first place, not hiding her trail, and being such a stupid person. Ivy also fixed her jeans that hung loosely of her hips if not held up with a black studded belt. She studied her outfit to make sure a random person would not suspect her of doing anything in the last ten minutes. A semi-tight, black shirt with the white lettering of "Go Away" covered her chest. A black choker with spikes adorned her neck, a silver chain wrapped around the leather with a pink jewel hanging down in the front. It was the only thing she had ever taken from her mother. It was also the only thing she liked about her mother.
With a sigh, Ivy opened her bag to reveal two sets of clothing, and some everyday items as if one was traveling. She normally kept that bag with her; since she was starting to grow more dependent on running away from her problems she found it handy. She wondered if she should change into something society would dub "normal". That would mean changing her hairstyle from the chin-length black to shoving it in a little silver hair clip. She decided against it, preferring to sort out her mind first.
Ivy grabbed a compact containing pressed powder the color of a chalk white and rubbed it over her naturally tan face. She wasn't too attractive, but didn't really care that much about it anyways. She shoved the compact back into her bag and listened for footsteps of police. No one was coming she realized after twenty minutes of listening intently. Her heartbeat began to beat at a regular pace and she was happy that she got off so lightly, well for now.
"Damn, if I could only leave this place and go to Mom's happyland, I wish it was real." She said to herself, leaning against the tree trunk realizing how mush trouble she was in for. "If I could only get away from this troublesome planet!"
Her ranting continued and grew fiercer and aggressive, the pendant became a fiery red. "I just want to leave! I can't do anything right here! This isn't my place, I never asked to be born!" she screamed startling the hidden wildlife around her.
The necklace's light poured over Ivy and engulfed her. The warmth too hot for her taste, it singed her skin, but left no burn mark behind. 'If this is the pain I have to go through to leave, I'll endure it.' she thought morbidly to herself. "Anyone, just take me away." she whispered. Her body slammed onto hard ground.
"Ah, crap." she muttered as she felt her back ache from her sudden fall. Every attempt to sit up was accompanied with colorful language.
Ivy moaned pitifully as she sat up, or actually slouched over her knees. "What did I do?" was all she managed to say as she looked up and saw a vast array of wilderness below the hill she was on. Stars twinkled brightly, varying in brightness, but equal in beauty. Yet the most breathtaking sight was the moon, large and full, with Earth hovering ever so close.
"I'm.........? I.........?" she couldn't speak; a smile took over her face, her first true smile in many years. "I'm off of that hell!" she laughed throwing her head back and listening to it echo. "I guess Mom wasn't a nutcase, this place does exist." Ivy suddenly felt a bit of remorse for bashing her mother verbally all those long ago visits in her past, before the restraining order.
"Surrender or we will force you to." called out a man's voice from behind her.
Ivy spun around with new energy from happiness to only switch to dread. Three men, in their 30's she guessed, were standing behind her with swords drawn. Their armor was gray with an emblem of some sort across the chest plate. Though the sword looked a little too real for comfort.
"Uh, where am I?" she asked about the stand but one of the men jab his sword a little to keep her down. "What the fuck, midget?" she asked instantly recognizing that the man that had attempted to jab her was the shortest among them.
"Surrender, this is your last chance!" the man closet to her shouted.
"Fine, fine, you seem to have an attitude problem you need to deal with, but I surrender." Ivy winced mentally after those words flew out of her mouth. 'No need in enticing weirdo's to kill you yet.' she reminded herself.
"Lay down on the ground and don't move." the same man commanded.
Ivy chose to lie on her stomach as the one she had dubbed "Midget" opened her bag made of canvas and went through it. Her examined her belongings in a curious state, seeing as he had never seen a tampon before in his life. She blushed a little and hoped to whatever religion she might go into that he didn't ask what it was.
The other man patted down her baggy pants, searching for weapons. "Where are you from?" asked the man who hadn't spoken until then. His voice was very soft and caught Ivy off guard.
She thought quickly trying to remember what her mother had continually rambled on about, "Fanelia!" she blurted out guessing that would be good. Deep in her mind she knew she wasn't supposed to tell a certain group of people but forgot the name. 'Oh come on Ivy, do you know how rare the chances are that they are those people?' she laughed reassuringly in her mind. All three men glared down at her, she looked at all of them. "Hey, where are you guys from?" she asked.
There was a silence that hung in the air for a few seconds, only the night owl's hoot was heard faintly. "Zaibach!" they all said in unison.
"Oh shit." Ivy muttered into the grass that was wet against her jaw as her eyes widened. 'Those are the people I wasn't supposed to tell."
"Are you a spy?" interrogated the smallest of the three.
"Do I honestly look like a spy Midget?" she asked testing the new nickname.
The small man wasn't too pleased with the name with the look of loathing he gave her. "I suggest we take her to the dungeons to be questioned." said the soft voiced man. He seemed to be the most reasoning of the three.
"We could kill her right now." said midget.
"No," said the man who had called out "Surrender" earlier, "We'll have to see what she knows before we can kill her, now tie her up good Kaylo and you grab that bag Roin." he said pointing to the bag.
Kaylo or the soft voiced man, grabbed Ivy by the side of her jeans near the pockets and pulled her around so she was lying on her back. It slightly knocked the wind out of her that he was being so rough. As Kaylo began pulling out some rope that was looped and attached near his waist he noticed her belt. The flattened studs captured his eye as they reflected the night sky's light.
"What is that?" he asked her out of genuine curiosity.
"It's my machine gun." she said.
"What?"
"Nothing, just a belt." Ivy said looking to her left down the hill, thinking about rolling away. She only needed that chance and Kaylo was standing right over her. She sighed and excepted defeat for the moment as she was thrown over the man's shoulder and watching Roin rummage through her bag again.
"So, where are you boys taking me?" she asked as she felt fear creeping up on her.
"Vionne." said the nameless man in a monotone.
"Oh shit." she muttered.
"Your not very lady-like." Roin spat, wanting to get her back for the short comments.
"Your not very tall." Ivy retorted as if she didn't care, which she didn't. She still needed to escape from another mess she had gotten herself into. A serious mess that had completely destroyed Ivy's foundation with her mother because she was a skeptic.