Hitomi awoke on the couch, a little light headed but not to the extremes of when she lay half awake in the hospital. She looked around her and fell back in pure surprise. Most of the room was covered from wall to wall in flowers and gifts. Some were balloons saying "Get Well Soon" and other random cheery things. The flowers consisted of daisies and roses, but most of the other items were things like chocolate and fruit baskets. She didn't think this amount of people cared about her. Not many people even gave her a second glance when she would walk down the school hallways. She had always thought she was a social outcast, but apparently, she wasn't. She managed to get up, only to stumble over a sleeping Van. He had fallen out of the lounge chair next to the couch and when Hitomi fell on top of him (in a rather awkward position for the two of them I might add), he immediately woke up and found himself staring into her green eyes.

Hitomi was the first to realize that they were in a rather unfamiliar (at least for her) position and rolled off of him. She propped herself onto the couch and managed to walk to the kitchen.

"Where'd all of this stuff come from?" she asked to a rather nerve wrecked and blushing Van.

"People." He said half heartedly. She turned and looked at him a little riled and disappointed.

"Any clue who?" she nipped.

He shrugged and Hitomi slowly started to become upset. "Didn't you see anyone come in and drop these off?" she bite a little harder. He shrugged again in response, only looking slightly up when he had to adjust his red neck less shirt that exposed most of his very nicely carved chest. Hitomi was almost shaking with rage.

"Did you ever consider reading the tags??" she snapped, getting angrier by the second at his vagueness and incompetence. He shook his head.

"I didn't think it would matter. Or at least not to you. Some guy did send a lot though. They're over next to the fireplace." He titled his head slightly in the direction of another couple of bouquets of flowers. Some were roses, others wild flowers. Hitomi half limped to them and read three out of many little notes on the sides.

"My Dearest Hitomi,

I hope you get better soon, and I'll miss you at school.

Sincerelly

Amano."

She read aloud. "They're from Amano." She said and grabbed the flowers and held them close. "He cares…" she trailed off, not acknowledging tat her day dreaming was making Van uncomfortable. He looked hurt and a little jealous.

"What about the other ones?? The roses?" he barely whispered.

"What about them? They're from Amano too! Oh, Amano." She whispered and grabbed the neighboring roses and held them tight, shaking the little petals from their rims.

"Well, since your up, I better go home. Your folks will be back tomorrow and you'll be wanting to clean. So, bye." He whispered and rushed out of the door. Hitomi finally remembered that she was alone with the house for the past week and the house still smelt like cigarettes. She dropped the flowers and immediately started attempting to clean the floor of its cups and beer stains (and other nasty stains) and put freshener around the house so it wouldn't smell, but by the time she barely managed to put a foot down (which took a while, may I tell you) she had passed out again from stress. Well, she didn't actually pass out, she just fell into a sleep. She was tired after all. Being the leading damsel can be hard cant it? Oh well. To make a long story short Hitomi woke up within the hour and began cleaning. She managed to get everything done except eliminate the odor. Then the door bell rang and the key turned the knob and some one entered.

Hitomi was releaved to find it was only Millerna. She had chosen to wear one of her newer ensemble, a white frilly shirt with blue jeans and black riding boots even though she had no clue what so ever how to even mount a horse, none the less ride it. Her hair was long and flowing with its awesome blondness and she looked like a goddess. (to what aspect is your decision). "Ready??"

"Ready for what?" Hitomi asked a little nervous. Millerna smiled wickedly.

Im sorry this part sucks, but i'm not in the mood to do the parts that follow or this part so if they take me a while to finish off, its my stupid writers block. but trust me it does get good, just the basis for it needs to be built and that parts hard. So, have whatever fun you can with this and good luck.

Oh and thanks to all who helped me chunk out this hard part. Your support means a lot to me.