AMBER & EMERALD
Author's Note:
We meet again! Thank you for my loyal reviewers and readers! I know I said that this chapter was going to be posted on Sunday, yet suddenly idea popped into my mind and, hell, I wasn't going to leave it un-typed, for sure!
Enjoy your reading!
Disclaimer:
Hitomi "Hey, Van…"
Van "What's the matter, Hitomi?"
Hitomi "Does the writer of this fanfic own Escaflowne and us?"
Van "Well, no."
Celon "You're so mean!" (breaks into tears)
Hitomi "We're sorry, Celon. Yet that's your fate."
Celon "Yeah…" (grumbles)
CHAPTER 6: IRONY OF LIFE
"Hey," Van called, his eyes never leaving the girl.
Hitomi turned her gaze at him. He saw her green eyes widened a little in surprise. "You…"
"Van Fanel. The new guy in your class who happens to seat next to you," Van cut her off a little bitterly.
"Yeah. I bumped onto you just before, right?" Hitomi asked.
Van nodded.
"I'm sorry about that," Hitomi said uneasily. 'Why is he staring at me? Those eyes of him are unnerving me!'
"It's okay," Van said. His voice was stiff. 'Great, Van. What are you gonna do now?'
Hitomi looked up at him. "So," she said, her voice a little higher than usual. "Do you need anything from me?"
Van ran a hand through his hair, signing that he was nervous. "Well, I saw you…walked, and I thought…"
"Yes?" Hitomi asked curiously, encouraging him.
"Youlimpedalittlewhenyouwalked."
"What?"
"Uh…, did you sprain your ankle?" Van asked, his face flushing.
'He noticed,' Hitomi remarked in her mind. "Well, to be honest, I did," she said, giving him an uneasy smile. "I'll be alright, though."
"Are you sure?"
Silence.
Van sighed. "Come on," he said, stretching a hand to Hitomi. "I'll take you home with my motorcycle."
Not long after that, Hitomi found herself sitting behind Van on his motorcycle. Van had helped her walked to the parking area, a help which Hitomi accepted gratefully. Her ankle had been aching like hell.
"You gotta do something to your ankle," said Van, his eyes still set on the road before them.
"I know."
"Hey, I just remembered. I never caught your name. Well, except when the teacher said your last name," Van said.
"Hitomi. Hitomi Kanzaki."
"Nice to meet you, Hitomi."
"Same to you, Van," Hitomi said, smiling.
"Are we friends, then?"
"Friends," Hitomi said firmly.
"Deal."
Such is the irony of life. The two enemies had just declared themselves as friends without even noticing it. Do you agree with me, readers?
Van helped her as she climbed down from the motorcycle. "Is there anybody in your house?" Van asked.
Hitomi took out her key from her pocket and began limping toward the gate. "No," she said, not wanting to look at Van's eyes. "I live alone."
"Where are your parents?" Van asked, catching up with her.
Hitomi pushed the gate open, still refusing to look at him. "They are not…here," she said stiffly. Then she looked up at him at last, staring defensively. "See you later, Van."
Van nodded, and—after taking another glance at her—walked to his motorcycle.
Hitomi closed the gate and rushed to the front door as fast as she could. She slammed the door after her and collapsed onto the floor, tears running down her cheeks.
'My parents…are….'
TO BE CONTINUED TO CHAPTER 7
Critics are very much welcomed. Van and Hitomi are absolutely OOC. Ideas are running into my mind like an unstoppable stream. I'm pathetic.
Celon Ierith
