Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, nothing more to say.
Forgotten by Destiny
By Ryoko Porter
Part One – A Prologue
'If you want to go, I won't stop you Van-sama…'
Those had been the words that Merle had told him before he had gone back to the Mystic Moon to find his beloved Hitomi. She had been in fact, the one to give him the final push he needed to go. He remembered the feel of her clutching his arm as they sat together that summer's night. The softness of her fur covered cheek on his shoulder, as she leaned into him. Her words and her body language conflicting in what they were telling him. She had always been supportive in whatever he wanted, and he was grateful for that. And he had to admit that he felt guilty leaving her like that, alone and brushed off by the one she loved.
He had hoped though that she would eventually get over him. He wanted her to find a love that would be returned. Yes he would miss her around him as often as she was, but he would've sacrifice that for her happiness. It was, after all, the least he could do for her. And probably more was actually due to her.
She had played her role spectacularly. Being brought to be his playmate, confidant, and protector. Of course she couldn't protect him as a warrior would, but she protected him well as a sergeant mother. He always knew that he could always talk with her about anything, though she hid it, she was intelligent enough to understand everything that he was involved with. And as playmate she excelled, able to bring a smile to his face in even the roughest of times.
Most of all though, she was more loyal than anyone he'd met before or since. He sometimes wondered if he truly deserved the loyalty she gave him. Everything she did, involved his welfare in someway. He tried to return the loyalty she gave him, but he knew that it would never be as strong unless he loved her in the same way she did him.
Yet despite these things, he would still kill her now if he had to…
He had never wanted to pilot the Escaflowne again. Yet here he was, inside the giant suit of armor, gripping the huge sword hilt with a robotic hand, ready again for battle. Sweat dripped down from his brow, forcing him to blink so that he could see. He breathed heavily, anxious with adrenaline.
There she was, with an unknown power rolling off of her in waves of vengeful destructiveness. And though he could barely see her from the distance he was to her, he knew that she was both physically and emotionally hurt. Wounds that he had inflicted upon her over the years. Wounds that now were the cause for her desperation now.
She wanted him to pay. To pay for his abandonment of her when they were young. To pay for his using of her heart and body, all of those years ago. To pay for his second abandonment of her, and first to his child.
End Part 1.