A/N: Ohh jeez I haven't updated any of more stories in like forever...school is out now so I promise I will update them a little more regularly! I promise people! Well another short chapter and I apologize guys! I just wanted to update a quick one just to show you I'm still alive and kicking. So enjoy this next chapter of Addicted to you. Also I like to point out I might do a prologue to this story. You know to explain how Van got into drugs and stuff. Hitomi will be in it, but there isn't going to be any love interaction with them. If you can remember from previous chapter I belive I mentioned that Van didn't pay much attention to Hitomi back in the day. But anyways what would you guys think of Van's past? It's all up to you guys if I write it.

Chapter 5- I just knew

"She supplies me
Whenever ever I'm in need
Still a thief
From the day she stole my heart now"-Moffats-Bang Bang Boom-

Van sat on a large stone balcony a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He swung his legs back and forth in a child like manner. A small grin on his face as he stared at the beautiful girl sitting beside him. She smiled back to him and took his hand in her own holding it tightly.

"Don't you wish it could be like this?" she asked.

Van looked at her the grin on his face replaced with a puzzled look. The wind picked up and tossed his hair about. Her green eyes before staring intently at him were now shielded by tresses of her sandy blonde hair.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Don't you wish you had this?"

He stared at her again, "Had what?"
Hitomi looked at him her warm smile fading into sadness,"This..." she said and raised there hands that were locked in each others hold.

Van stared at their hands and frowned, "This isn't real?"

Hitomi's smile was gone replaced by her saddened look, "It could be..but it will never be."

"Your not making sense." he said angrily.

Hitomi gently slid her hand from his grasp and stared at him. Even from behind her hair Van felt her green orbs boring into his brown-red ones.

"People say that would do anything for the person they love." she whispered as leaned backwards. Her back meeting air she began to fall.

Van turned and reached out to her, "Hitomi!" he screamed.

Van slumped against the seat of the toilet his head rolling along his shoulder blade slamming into the washroom stall. He opened his eyes slowly seeing the angry green of the washroom stall and jumped. The needle in his lap fell to the floor and rolled toward the sinks.

"Dammit.." he mumbled as he rubbed his hand against his forehead.

The dream replayed itself into his head and he looked down to his hand and clenched it into a fist.

"I can't even get her out of my fucking dreams...she haunts me...teases me," he mumbled as he slowly rose from his spot, "Always...teases me..."

He began to mumble incoherently most of what he was saying wasn't even making sense. He began to move his hands in flamboyant gestures, much like the hand gestures of popular movie character Captain Jack Sparrow. Hell he even swayed in a drunken like manner similar to Jack. But Van was far from drunk. He staggered over the sink and clumsily bent down to retrieve the needle from the floor. He rose slowly using the sink as a support. Once he was up he looked into the mirror and I sigh escaped his lips. His sanity slowly returned to him as the drug wore off. He stood there for some time looking into the mirror thinking..and staring. The door to the washroom opened slowly and a head of pink hair peered in.

"Van?" she called.

Van didn't look toward the voice who called him, he just kept staring into the mirror. His unruly black hair seemed to be more unruly then it ever was. It pointed out at many odd angles and a small piece of it hung lazily over his right eye. The pink haired one entered the washroom and locked the door behind her. She stood looking at Van for some time, tears threatening to fall.

"Why do you do this Van?" she asked.

Van looked away from the mirror and slowly turned to face her his red-brown orbs dull and lifeless, "To escape.."

"Escape from what?!" she asked in a somewhat angered way.

"Reality." he said simply and turned away from her.

The pink haired girl held back a cry as she looked at him, "Van.." she called out.

He ignored her and began to amuse himself by rolling the needle back and forth across the counter. The girl couldn't take it anymore she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Van stiffened at her touch and stopped playing with the needle.

"Van your going to kill yourself soon." she sobbed as she leaned her head on his back.

Van's eyes softened and he took his hand and placed it on her's, "Merle."

"I don't want to lose you..Folken is gone...Chesta...Gatti."

Van sighed at the names of his friends and brother who no one had brought up after the accident.

"I'm not going to die Merle," he said patting her hand, she continued to sob, "How did you know I was here?"

She cuddled into his back her tears wetting his white wife beater, "I just knew.."

A/N: R/R please I love your reviews they all make me smile! Lol..I'll update soon I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die! :P:P