Disclaimer: If I owned Escaflowne would I really be writing a fanfic?

A/N:

Sorry it took so long, exams and new classes ;; Thanks for the reviews!

A Brisk Morning:

Dreams or Memories

ÒDream Regression?Ó Hitomi was confused. When sheÕd signed up for this Psych class sheÕd figured it be the usual, sit somebody on a couch and delve into past to find out why theyÕre so messed up anyway. But Dream Regression sounded way too personal. She didnÕt need a psychologist.

ÒYes, weÕre starting this section today. Mr. Ya has been kind enough to come in today to do a Dream Regression test on each of us.Ó Mrs. Auyama, the teacher said.

Knock, Knock

Mrs. Auyama walked to the door briskly. ÒWhy are you late, Mr. Fanel?Ó

ÒI just am...Ó Was the only sound heard from the door. Van tried to push his way past, ÒWeÕll talk about this after class, Van.Ó Mrs. Auyama said, returning to the class.

ÒAs I said, Mr. Ya will be performing a Dream Regression and analysis on each of you today. YouÕll be doing this with a partner, most of you have already chosen them, right?Ó

Hitomi raised her hand to explain that she had no partner.

ÒOkay, Hitomi, youÕll be with Van.Ó

Well that was final...

Van and Hitomi walked to a group of desks.

ÒSo we have to do this assignment thingy first, huh?Ó Hitomi asked. She was still nervous after 2 months of living in the same house as Van.

ÒYa, I guess. Then we go talk to whatÕs-his-face.Ó

ÒMmk.Ó

They worked silently for about half an hour, the whole time Hitomi pondered their friendship, or rather the lack of it there of. She came to no conclusions, and decided to ignore that little voice inside her head saying there was something more.

ÒHow long does this take? God itÕs been like 10 minutes...Ó Van grumbled to himself.

ÒNext.Ó Mr. Ya called from the little side room. Without even looking at her, Van walked in.

ÒPlease, have a seat.Ó Mr. Ya said politely. The room was so neat Hitomi wondered how it could really be an office, all her other teachers had papers piled everywhere-

ÒOkay, who wants to go first?Ó

Nobody answered.

ÒAll right, youÕre all very enthusiastic... Hitomi, is it? How about you go first?Ó

ÒEnthusiastic and love getting put on the spot. Sure.Ó said Hitomi, jokingly. She was trying to relax, but the memory of her nightmares came back. She glanced at Van, who was looking off into the distance.

ÒOkay... I need you to relax and close your eyes...Ó

ÒNow, what was your last dream?Ó

ÒI was in a field... And I was young... Umm...Ó

ÒItÕs okay, just relax.Ó Came Mr. YaÕs voice, strangely calm. ÒWhat do you see around you?Ó

ÒI see, flowers, hundreds of flowers... and a tree, a huge oak tree. And a sky so blue...Ó

ÒAre you alone?Ó

ÒNo... ThereÕs a boy... HeÕs my age... he has black hair... and... eyes, such warm, happy eyes...Ó

ÒWhat else?Ó

ÒWeÕre walking... towards a house, and then it starts to rain... WeÕre spinning now, spinning around, and around...Ó

ÒWhat does the house look like?Ó

ÒItÕs big, and blue... ThereÕs a fence, but itÕs surrounded by a field...Ó

ÒDo you go in the house?Ó

ÒYes.Ó

ÓWhat do you see?Ó

ÒNothing. The lights are out... thereÕs a storm... ThereÕs loud crashing...Ó

ÒThunder?Ó

ÒNo. There are screams now, and shouting...Ó

Van looked up from his thoughts at this. What was she talking about... A big blue house, fences, oak trees... It couldnÕt be...

ÒWhat else?Ó Van asked. Mr. Ya looked surprised, but let it be.

ÒThe boy is... heÕs scared... But he takes my hand and hides me in a closet...Ó

ÒHe leaves you there?Ó Mr. Ya asks this time.

ÒNo. HeÕs running... running towards the stairs to the shouting... ItÕs louder... SheÕs desperate...Ó Van was fighting the urge to run from this classroom, and this girl who knew too much

ÒWho?Ó Mr. Ya again.

ÒThe mother... SheÕs falling, falling. ThereÕs a crack. And blood... So much.Ó Hitomi starts crying.

Mr. Ya says that sheÕs done well. Van is in shock as Mr. Ya brings Hitomi out of her trance like state. How could she know?

Hitomi doesnÕt seem to know what sheÕs said, but itÕs been recorded. Mr. Ya tells her to listen to it tonight, to see if it helps her remember anything.

ÒNow itÕs your turn Van.Ó Says Mr. Ya.

ÒOk.Ó Says Van, trying to sound casual and hoping he did.

ÒNow, try to relax, and close your eyes.Ó Mr. Ya begins again.

ÒTell us what you remember.Ó Us, Van thinks to himself half-consciously.

ÒI remember, an ambulance... Taking my mother away... There are cops everywhere... TheyÕre taking him away too...Ó

ÒWho?Ó

Van doesnÕt reply.

ÒVan, who are they taking away?Ó Mr. Ya asks again.

ÒMy... my father...Ó He answers after a long pause.

ÒWhy? WhatÕs happened?

ÒHe pushed her...Ó

ÒWhere are you?Ó Hitomi looks at Van, stares at him really, and thinks of how hard this must be for him.

ÒWhere are you?Ó

ÒOutside my house...Ó

ÒWhat does it look like?Ó Mr. Ya is already expecting the answer.

ÒItÕs big, and blue... thereÕs a fence, itÕs white...Ó

ÒOkay...Ó Mr. Ya glances at Hitomi, wondering if she remembers this too. ÒWhoÕs there?Ó He asks after awhile.

ÒA girl.Ó

ÒWhat does she look like?Ó

ÒYoung, like me... with big green eyes... sheÕs crying... sheÕs scared... Ò

Mr. Ya looks at Hitomi again, her eyes are glued on Van. Does she even know?

ÒWhatÕs happening to your father?Ó Mr. Ya asks quietly.

ÒHeÕs... heÕs... gone...Ó

Mr. Ya sense that itÕs time to wrap up their session and looking at the clock, he brings Van out of it.

ÒOkay, hereÕs a tape for each of you. I expect your teacher wants you to finish you assignments for tomorrow. IÕm sorry the bellÕs already rung, it looks like we lost track of time.Ó He says this all very quickly. ÒIf you need a note, ask your Psych teacher before your next class.Ó

ÒItÕs okay Mr. Ya, thank you.Ó Hitomi says politely as she gathers her books.

ÒBye,Ó says Van, hurrying out the door.

As they leave, Mr. Ya shakes his head curiously, wondering what their connection is. HeÕll have to talk to Mrs. Auyama.