Hitomi Kanzaki and A Semester Abroad
Part 2- Xylophone
By: SeraphAnaesthesia
A/N: I will solemnly admit that the ONLY reason that I am updating and re-posting this thing again is because of Thetys. YOU GO, GIRL! Lol, I love you, you're my best reviewer so far! You're the only one who reviewed this fic and Badges of Honor. -throws cookies at her- You rock my socks like toast! Now that I've gotten that out, I hope you'll read this chapter and I hope everyone will enjoy it, it's essential to my updating that you read and review! Be like Thetys, m'kay? Give me a nice review and I'll build a shrine to you in my sock drawer! Err…maybe not.
"Who the bloody Hell are you!" Silver hair fell into stunning crimson eyes with a bloodthirsty quality held in them. Shirtless, the young boy only had a towel wrapped around his waist and Hitomi could already tell that this was going to a long evening. She already missed Van like hell, and was terribly homesick from Yukari and Millerna. Now Hitomi had an adorable naked guy right in front of her and with only a towel, and she didn't even blush! Geez, some good little girl was she! Hitomi stammered at his comment and turned around as the boy pulled on jeans, black boxers and a flaming red T-shirt.
"Hitomi Kanzaki. Um…I..I'm sorry. I didn't know I'd be sharing a room with…a…well, a guy. I can go ask the room receptionist if I can switch. I'm so sorry!" Hitomi turned red anyway as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, and found out that he was, in fact, quite handsome. Silver slightly spiky hair into red eyes and a well-toned chest was visible through his tight T-shirt. He smiled at her, looking slightly maniacal. (I LOVE THAT WORD!) Two silver hoops were on his right ear, along with one along his left eyebrow. Hitomi couldn't help but think it suited him. She scolded herself, 'You cannot forget, you are with Van! Just because he's not here right now, doesn't mean you can't be faithful!'
"Won't be necessary. Sorry for the language, just kinda pissy about having a girl walk in on me naked. The stupid receptionist told me I'd get a spare room! Anyway, it's all right. M'names Dilandau Albatou. Hope ya don't mind too much staying with me." He smiled at her, white teeth still shining against pale alabaster skin. Dilandau was obviously taking in Hitomi appearance as well as she tucked a stand of honey-brown hair behind her 4-times pierced ear. She nodded lightly, and wondered why is accent was so light. It was hardly traceable, but gave him a mysterious kind of aura. Hitomi laughed at his comment. Dilandau chuckled too. Grabbing her bags, he grinned and walked over to the bed next to his. "Lemme help ya with that." Dilandau set it on her bed.
"Thanks, Dilandau. Is this your first time in England?" Hitomi then sweat dropped. 'Why would it be his first time in England if he had an accent already!' He just smirked at her and shook his head, saying no more. Hitomi walked over and was suddenly wowed. They had a huge stereo system in their room. "Mind if I pop in some music?" Hitomi cocked her head at Dilandau as he sat down. "Nah, just don't listen to any of that girl crap, pleeeeeeeease." He made a puppy pout at her and she pinched his cheeks. "You'd be surprised." was all she said to him before putting in a CD labeled The Young, Angry, and Heartbroken. Immediately, lyrics began to play.
"Don't hate me, girl, just 'cause you're jealous
We rock your school, your friends and your boy
We are the child and you are the toy
I always was the most audacious (overzealous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Dilandau did look efficiently surprised at her choice of music. Strike that, he looked terribly surprised. Mouthing the words to the song "Torn Apart" as his fingers automatically went into position as his he were about to play a drum solo right in the middle of the song. "Wow, you don't strike me as the type of girl to listen to The YAH's. Or any other type of metal, for a matter of fact. I don't meet many American fans of them. It's nice." Hitomi laughed with him. "I didn't expect to like this type of music, either. But apparently, the lyrics appeal to me. My boyfri…" Hitomi stopped herself. "My friend Van is in a band. He does lead guitar and vocals along with this guy name Dryden. They're really good."
"Girl, we'd rather fuck you up and laugh about it
Scream and dance, maybe we'll rave about it
When it's all over, you'll be so broken and bruised
This only shows how much we hate you (love you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Surprisingly, Dilandau and Hitomi both had something in common. They both loved metal, and they both loved this song. When the chorus came on they both jumped up, Hitomi strumming her imaginated air-guitar and Dilandau was having fun with his drums. Hitomi sang along with the words, and Dilandau magically did the male back-up vocals. If someone had seen and heard them, they honestly would have thought that they were the ones creating the music.
"Girl, fuck you and society too
And it's just too damn bad
That I woke up from the best dream I ever had
Your little girl is now a full-fledged killer
So what do you think of her now (Now?)
So what do you think of her now (Now?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"You cannot stop the beat, don't even try
You cannot sin and you cannot lie
You smoke and you cheat and you lie and you steal
Wondering about the pain that you do not feel."
The last verse was in screaming, the lead singer's voice ringing out like a message to God that humanity wouldn't tolerate vulgarity. And yet, the band was the beautiful epitome of it. Hitomi and Dilandau both screamed out the words with empty smiles, knowing that the song was ending short-lived.
"NO, WE WILL NOT DIE FOR YOU
NO, WE DON'T BELIEVE IT'S TRUE
NO, WE WILL NOT GIVE UP FOR YOU
NO, WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT
THE TRUTH."
"Ah, I love that song, don't you?"
"Yup. Its an awesome band, too. There just aren't many fans of them out there." Hitomi sighed lightly, running a hand through her honey blond hair. Her thoughts kept on wandering back to Van and what he was doing at the moment. Hitomi found herself glaring at the wall. Before she knew what she was doing, her fist with partially in the wall with her knuckles bloodied and cracks in the plaster. Well, I guess there was a first for everything. Dilandau stared at her wide-eyed, then developed a wide grin as he crossed his arms. "You're bleeding." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"No shit, Sherlock. How intelligent of you to notice." Hitomi glared vehemently at the wall, then realized what words had slipped out of her mouth. "Oh Dilandau, I'm sorry. That was really rude of me…God, why the hell did I punch the wall? It was like I was another person there for a second…" Dilandau just nodded, the grin still on his face. Getting up quickly, he grabbed her uninjured hand and a spare room key and nearly dragged he rout the door. "Where are we going!" Dilandau smirked at her as they flew down a flight of steps. "Well, I have GOT to get out of the room, and you've got a bloody hand. I would think it's only obvious for us to go downstairs for first aid."
Hitomi blushed at her own stupidity and let out a quiet, "Oh." She let him drag her down the stairs willingly, her thoughts still on Van. Then on Millerna. Then on Dryden. Then on Merle. Then on ever single person that she knew that lived back at home. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Dilandau looked back with a look of concern for his new friend. Stooping down to her level (She was a good four inches shorter than him…) he sighed, "Miss him?" His crimson eyes seared through her like dry ice. "H..how did you know?" Hitomi stared at Dilandau with amazement as he grinned and ran a hand through his silver-colored hair.
"Because I'm just cool like that."
A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I know this was really short! Its just because it's been a long time since I've actually taken this story back up again, and I'm still not fully on the wrong track! I was in a rush, so this chapter had not been fully edited, sorry if there's any mistakes! This IS a Van/Hitomi story, Dilly is just a gynormous part of the plot. I hope you all forgive me for making this chapter a page short! I promise I'll give you an extra long chapter next time, okay? Go read my other fiction, "The Twitching Game!" Please? Anyway, read and review! (begs)