The Twitching Game Chapter 2: Screaming Infidelities, an escaflowne fanfic

The Twitching Game

Chapter Two: Screaming Infidelities

By :SeraphAnaesthesia

I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets. You're not alone and you're not discreet. You make sure I know who's taking you home. I'm reading your note over again. There's not a word that I comprehend, except when your signed it "I will love you always and forever." As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. But as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out. I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep, and this bottle of beast is taking me home. Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities, taking its wear.

Summary: His smirk resonated through her like cheap fluorescent lights, only much lighter and more handsome. Her eye twitched in obvious annoyance and she yelled the only thing that had come to mind. "GurTHUNK!" V/H

Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, or the song Screaming Infidelities By Dashboard Confessional.

Last Time On: The Twitching Game….Here Comes The Sun.

"Yo, Van." Play it cool, man. Cool... Like beans. Like cool beans.

Thump.

"Are you busy?" Yeah, Van. You caught me right in the middle of slitting my wrists. Now I'm not going to make it to the hospital on time. Thanks.

Thump.

"I'm watching a movie... But I guess I could always finish it later." But that doesn't mean that I WANT to finish it later.

Thump.

"Meet me at the Éclairs Café in twenty minutes. Please Hitomi." Why so desperate? Did you break a nail? Sorry, Van, but I've got no experience with stuff like that.

Thump.

"Fine... But I am NOT paying for whatever you buy. So don't even ask."

I Will Play my Game Beneath The Spin Light.

You Know, Diary,

Now I'm actually kind of horrified.

The Tension and The Terror,

'Why in the seven hells am I rushing? This had got to be the absolute stupidest thing that I have ever done in my entire life. And stupidest isn't even a word...This isVAN, we're talking about. He kissed me in the most unromantic place in the entire solar system. And yet, I am positively running to see him. Now, in my eyes, there is a problem with that logic. Do you see it?'

Hands On.

Hitomi growled at her shoelaces, frustrated to an extreme. "DEJA ENTENDU!" Now you see, let's just suppose that Hitomi is an odd sort of girl. Let us suppose that she has this interesting habit of…sneezing up words, for lack of a better phrase. Now let's play pretend that whenever rushed or bathed in extreme annoyance or anger, she sneezes up a few phrases that might even scare the pants off of Dr. Phil. In an alternate reality, Hitomi at least attempts to keep her phrases PG... In another world, she has no way of controlling this act. Do you believe what I am telling you? Is it scaring you? Back to the space-time-continuum now, please. Okay, okay… Everything that I just spoke of is... Is... TRUE! Gasp. But let's face it, ladies and germs, wouldn't YOU be frustrated after being called by a boy who had been a complete ass to you for three years? And then to add to the anger, he asks you to take time out of YOUR evening to meet him at a cafe because he broke a nail? Err... Well, not really. But for now, that is our theory.

Hitomi took a spare glance at her reflection in the mirror at her grey sweatpants and huge T-shirt and almost gagged. Even if she was meeting stupid Van Fanel, it couldn't hurt to look halfway decent. What if she saw someone she knew? Running to her closet in no time, she quickly slipped on a red long sleeved shirt with a gold Chinese dragon on the front and a pair of crisp blue jeans. Brushing her hair with a practiced quickness, she checked her teeth, then stopped. Ew... Her lips looked way too dry. What the hell was she, a crab? Hitomi quickly rubbed on some Burts Bees, and was out the door in no time. She slowed her place, and took the elevator, going down. Despite her current living situation... She was pretty damn well off. Her parents still supplied her cash, and paid her rent and school fees. Hitomi simply assumed it was because the house was too crowded... And apparently, she was too old to be living with he parents anyhow. Riiight. Yet her mother STILL gave her money for groceries. Psh.

Her mother had gotten her a car for her sixteenth birthday, despite Hitomi's major lack of respect for anything on the road. It was a relatively nice, used, Lexus, and Hitomi enjoyed having it. Her mother and her had never quite been on great terms, and she assumed that that was another one of the factors of her getting her butt kicked out. Hitomi smirked as she drove to the cafe, before parking the car in the small lot in front of the cozy looking buliding. The car had been given as a 'going-away' present, but she knew that he mother had bought it for her as a way of saying, "Okay, you can leave now." And there was no doubt, as Hitomi had taken the keys from her mother's well-manicured fingers, that she regretted leaving. Much more privacy, much more loud music and angsting.

Creeping as quietly as a tall and somewhat clumsy girl could, she tried to stay hidden behind loads of people as she walked up the path to the actual door of the cafe. Entering the the homey, warm buliding, she spotted Van.A worried look was flickering on and off of his face, and he was twiddling his thumbs slightly. His black hair was mussed and sticking up in about every direction possible, (But it ALWAYS did that.) and his red-brown eyes had bags beneath them and looked as if they were sharply lined with eyeliner. Hm... He looked kind of sexy. Hitomi snickered at her own musings. The white irises of his maroon hues were bleeding red with obviously worrying and lack of sleep, and yet he still looked like a million bucks. Geez. Hitomi didn't know how he did it.She idly wondered why he looked so down...She meandered her way over to his table in the corner, taking a seat. Funny how every thing they did together revolved around corners. Psh.What was up with him, ayway? Not that Hitomi cared.She'd rather split her head on a rock or have her toenails painfully removed with a spork or a dull toothpick or some other obscene thing like that than admit to being slightly worried about Van Fanel looking like he had just run over a puppy. If Hitomi was lucky, he had run over a llama instead. Damn things.

Disease.

"Why so glum, chum?" Hitomi rested her elbows on the oak table Van with situating himself at, the epitome of bad manners. Well, it wasn't like she had ever really paid attention to proper dining etiquette. She ran a hand through her slightly messy golden brown hair, emerald eyes peering around. She hadn't been to this cafe much... It was pretty snazzy, for being so small. It created a warm atmosphere, and she felt slightly at home. Hitomi quirked an eyebrow at noticing that almost everyone in the room was either reading some kind of writer's magazine or using one of the high-speed computers littered around the area. She even noticed one middle-aged man reading... A women's magazine. Well, if that's what he liked... Hitomai shrugged mentally, turning back to the slightly quiet Van.

"Hitomi, I have a very serious question to ask you." Van looked like he was struggling slightly on the inside, but after a few seconds he regained his cool composure. His expression had been switching between looking pathetic and pitiful and prideful and poised. He spoke slowly, almost as if talking to a two year old. It took every ounce of sanity (Very little.)and self-restraint (Not much.) that she had to keep herself from wrapping her hands around his neck and shaking him back and forth and yelling, "Get on with it!" She motioned with her left hand, silently asking him to explain further. Geez, she had come all the way here for THIS? To watch Van fidget and mumble? She frowned mentally, and scratched her cheek.

"Hitomi, I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend." Van peeked at her through his long bangs, simply waiting for her reaction. The emerald-eyed girl burst into a fit of loud and disbelieving laughter. It took a few minutes for the giggles to quiet down, and she smiled lazily at him. He still looked complete serious, and her expression grew confused. "Huh?" So he was telling the truth... She almost shook her head, but ran a hand through her hair and did the nasty. By this, I mean that she rolled her eyes into the back of her head, a disgusting habit that she knew freaked everyone out... Oh well. Hitomi leaned back in her chair. Hm... The possibilities. What could she get out of this? Taking a new approach, Hitomi rolled her eyes around and stared at Van, who looked a tad bit disturbed. She smiled at him with an oddly mischievous look in her emerald eyes, a sort of "BWAHAHA!" expression on her face. She rested her chin in her hand, propping her elbow up on the table once again. She had it. "Why yes, Van, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend. But only on three conditions. One, you have to tell me why exactly I'm pretending to do this. Two, you can't take advantage of this situation…"

Van stared at Hitomi, slightly anxious. He wasn't too scared of the first two conditions, they were easy as pie. Apple pie. "Well? What's the third condition?" Van looked hopefully at Hitomi, but not exactly happyily. He seemed grateful, as if her pretending to be with him was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. It probably was... She knew that life in The Popular World was a harsh one. It may seem like he had it all... Hitomi thought that for that one brief moment, Van Fanel actually looked sincere. Not playful, not cruel, not teasing. Actually sincere. But then the instant was gone. He was back to playing the playboy, and Hitomi was snapped out of her musings. This was sarcastic, rude Van Fanel, who probably had a house the size of Hitomi's apartment building stacked on top of itself six times. And she lived in an eight floor buliding! This wasVan Fanel. Hitomi would not fall for his deceptions... But she WOULD milk this for all it was worth. She smirked anyway. Two could play at this game.

"You have to make Amano Watanabe fall madly incredibly insanely in love with me."

Van mentally sweat dropped. 'This could be harder than I thought…'

A/N: Revised. Better?