AMBER & EMERALD

Author's Note:

Hi! We meet again! School has started again, so I will only update in Saturday or Sunday (except if suddenly I have a shower of ideas). Thank you for Xanthia Nightshade, Pure Hope, and f-zelda! Your reviews are great!

Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer:

Celon "Hello, readers! For the disclaimer activity today, I present to you: Allen

Schezar!"

Allen (prances on the catwalk like a model and waves to his fans)

Celon (her eyes glinting evilly) "Allen, before the disclaimer, may I tell you some

of my comments about you?"

Allen (puts up a 'charming' smile) "Why, it is my pleasure, lady."

Celon (nearly throws up, yet manages to hold it down) "You know, Allen, you

always think that you are the most handsome male in Escaflowne. Yet

actually, you are only a pretty playboy who doesn't know when to give up

and too sassy and romantic to be true! Because of you, when Hitomi realizes

her feelings of Van, it is already too late! Wherever you go, the story always

turns into romance! YOU ARE SUCKS, ALLEN!"

Allen (cries suddenly) "It's all true!" (blows into a pink hanky and sobs) "Readers,

Celon doesn't own Escaflowne, yet all she said is true!" (runs away)

Celon "Wow, so it is not me who cries this time!"

CHAPTER 8: REVEALATION

Hitomi put the phone back to its port, still glaring at it. It was when her ankle decided to start aching again, causing her let out a string of curses.

"Damn it!" she shouted, punching the cushion beside her as she fell back onto the sofa.

"I really gotta do something to this damn ankle!"

Hitomi stared down at her work with satisfaction. By then she had her ankle bandaged nicely, and the pain had lessen a bit. She put on her boots, her eyes glancing at her watch.

She nearly let out another string of curses when she realized what time it was. 'I'm going to be late!' she groaned. With a limped dash, she made it to the door and to the road outside.

Van slipped into a room, and realized that it was a library. He stepped out, feeling impatience seeping into him. Fassa Mansion was not small, and it was such a hard time to search something as small as a disk in that place. It was a good luck that its owner was gone for a business trip; that made his mission became easier.

He idly wondered what had happened to Emerald. She had not come yet, it was not typical of her to be late. 'I wonder who she is actually,' he thought, opening another door.

He did not know that the answer was going to appear right in front of him.

Hitomi stepped into the room from the window, grumbling in her mind. Climbing Fassa Mansion proved not to be the best experience in her life, and she put up a mental note not to do it again.

The moon was full that night, and the whole room was illuminated by its light. She was standing in a study, with shelves of books lining its walls. Right when she was going to close the window, the door of the room flung open.

Van found himself staring face-to-face with his biggest enemy, Emerald. He could see her face under the moonlight. She looked like as if she was glowing. 'Like an angel,' a part of his mind added. The girl in front of him was wearing a black leather jacket, a black T-shirt, a pair of black trousers, and black boots. A Beretta and a long whip were attached to her belt. Her short sandy brown hair was blowing in the night breeze and her emerald green eyes were staring right into his amber ones.

"Hitomi?"

Hitomi stared at the face of none other else but Van Slanzar de Fanel. His messy raven black hair looked much messier than usual, and his deep amber eyes were locked at her. He was wearing a loose sleeveless red T-shirt, a pair of faded brown pants, and brown leather boots. A long sword hung from his left hip, and his hands were covered in brown leather gloves. "Hitomi?" he said, eyes wide.

Hitomi stood there in silence, temporary paralyzed. Her mind kept playing a sentence: "Amber is Van. Amber is Van. Amber is Van…"

At last, she managed to croak out, "Van?"

There was a thick, uncomfortable silence. Then they said in unison, "What the hell are you doing here?"

None of them answered. Another silence covered the room. They simply stood on their spots, staring at each other.

Suddenly, breaking the silence mercilessly, there was sound of gunshots. The two teenagers immediately lied down on the floor, their hands protecting their heads. The glass of the window broke into pieces, causing Hitomi to let out a hiss of pain when the sharp pieces scratched her. She moved away from the window, inching to the big wooden desk.

In that time, Hitomi and Van only had one question in their mind: 'What the hell is happening here?'

TO BE CONTINUED TO CHAPTER 9

So…, what do you think? I was hearing Mystic Eyes when I was writing this. R&R please!

Celon Ierith