Last Stop
A/N: Woot woot, I actually made it to update before holiday break. (Okay, so what if I had no goal of doing that, it just sort of happened?) Meh, I didn't plan on writing this chapter for a while longer, but since I'd already started it, I decided, what the heck. So, here it is . I'm sure all of you are so happy -crickets-. Okay, well uh . . . Maybe the crickets will be happy?
Chapter Four: Jealousy . . . ?
Over the next few weeks, the friendship between Hitomi and I continued to grow. Almost every afternoon I stopped by the orphanage and every visit lengthened. The children at the orphanage, if they hadn't already, began to like me. I even started to play games with them. Surprisingly, Dryden kept off my case. Everything was going so perfectly, until one day . . .
oOo
When, I wondered, had I begun to look forward to visiting the orphanage? That was a new one; then again, lots of new things were happening this past month. Today was overcast, while I'd normally be thinking something along the lines of Rain, damn you, rain! I just didn't feel like that. I almost wished the sun would come out. 'Almost.' But, I guess I hadn't made that much progress. No, for I still had not made the leap of cracking a smile. Yet, something had been lifted from my shoulders, of that I was sure.
The next stop was Hitomi's. Yesterday, she'd told me, only after I inquired, how Hana had ended up at the orphanage. Turns out that Hana's parents were abusive; beating and starving her. Then, one day, both her parents were killed in a car accident due to drinking. Hana had been in the car, but escaped with only minor injuries. Since no contact to any relatives could be found, and upon hearing how the little girl was treated, the police placed her at Fassa Foundation.
That was a little over four months ago.
While Hitomi was telling me all of this, she seemed very distant, almost cold. I didn't know why I'd asked her such a question in the first place, for I knew it would upset her. But yesterday, after what Hitomi'd said to me, when I walked into that dreaded place, I examined Hana closely. And that was when I noticed the faint scars on her arms, legs, and one just under her chin. Whether the injuries were from the car accident, or from her parent's hands, I didn't, and probably never will, know. When Hana caught me eying her, she came over with a smile and sat in my lap just like the very first day.
How could she be so damn happy?
The college came into view. What I once dreaded was now the highlight of my day. I snorted; tons of irony these days. Approaching the stop, I saw the usual crowd of young adults awaiting my bus. But something caught my eye that was completely out of the ordinary . . . Hitomi wasn't standing in her usual place; away from all the others. She was standing with them . . . Next to someone that I hadn't seen before.
A little hesitantly, I opened the door, never taking my eyes off the man standing with Hitomi. He was girlish looking, with long blond hair, deep blue eyes, and, to my contempt, was what women would label as 'handsome'. The worst thing, however, was the air of confidence surrounding him; if there was a girl he wanted, he'd have her. And from the way he was holding Hitomi's hand, it was obvious he wanted her.
Now my heart was racing. I didn't know Hitomi was interested in guys like him, that she even had a boyfriend at all, or for that matter, that she was interested in guys, period. And the fact that she was interested, at least in guys like him, sent a pang through my heart. Then I thought about it; was I any better?
It'd been a week or two since I stopped getting the nasty looks from the students. But as soon as this guy walked on, butting in front of Hitomi, I took note of his sly smile. I didn't notice Hitomi's electric smile, or of the fact that she finally remembered to get a daily pass, I only saw him, and glared.
"Hi Van," Hitomi said as the man took her hand in his again. I looked away, not even giving Hitomi a once over like usual, and closed the door.
"Hi . . ." I said meekly, starting to drive away slowly.
No reply came for the young man was already tugging Hitomi along to the back of the bus.
For some reason, I wished it would rain.
oOo
When everyone left, to my relief, Hitomi came to sit up front, as usual. She smiled at me, seemingly unaware that her little friend and I hadn't met before. Or maybe this was just one of her ways of getting me to talk first. Perhaps if we sat in silence long enough she'd crack. But I couldn't take it. I needed to hear her angelic voice. I needed to know who he was. I needed to know what he was like.
Though, judging by the way his arm was around her waist, I wasn't going to like the answers.
"Who is he?" I asked bluntly. Screw courtesy; it was my bus.
"Oh, sorry Van, I forgot," Hitomi said sheepishly. I wanted to snap 'On purpose!' but the way she said it, and the look in her emerald orbs stopped me. I refrained myself, shoulders sagging. I wasn't angry with Hitomi. Was I even angry with this guy-who's-holding-Hitomi-which-makes-him-a-sinner? No, I was only angry at myself.
But why?
After a long moment of silence, Hitomi finally took the hint that I wasn't going to say anything more until I knew who the bimbo was. "Van, this is Allen Schezar." She seemed almost hesitant now. "Allen, this is Van Fanel."
I decided that being polite would rule in my favor, even if I didn't know what my goal was. "Hello, Allen."
"Hey, Mr. Bus Driver," he said casually, covering his mocking tone. Sending him a ticked glance, I ground my teeth together. I was going to be the bigger man here. No matter how much it pained me.
Hitomi laughed. "Van doesn't like being called that. Trust me; I learned that the hard way."
Allen stared at her with a look that screamed 'Are you a moron!', but quickly hid it with that sly, and I'm sure, CAPTIVATING smile. I, on the other hand, gave Hitomi one small, polite glare that simply said 'STOP'! Realizing that she was the only one laughing, she gave out a few more broken laughs, and stopped. The look on her face almost made me wish she'd kept on laughing.
Silence ensued for a little while as my brain racked for a topic to talk about. But I couldn't think of one as I kept glancing at Hitomi and Allen, every time sending a new wave of disgust coursing through my veins. The only consolation I had was that they weren't talking either. And, as far as I could tell, Hitomi was not enjoying the intimacy that Allen was trying to push on her. She looked so uncomfortable, I felt uncomfortable, and who gives a damn about how Allen felt?
Yet still I said nothing. There was nothing to say. So I kept my eyes on the road, slightly hunched over the wheel. I was not going to stay today. I couldn't stay today. Not with him there. I snuck a glance at Hitomi. Her emerald eyes collided with mine. Neither of us said anything, as I turned away quickly.
Then a topic came to me, and I didn't care if Allen could follow or not. "Hitomi, I have a question . . ."
"What is it?" she asked vigorously, glad that someone was finally speaking, especially me. Allen, on the other hand, scowled and pretended not to care as his gaze searched every nook and cranny of my bus.
"Why hasn't Hana been adopted yet?" I asked quietly.
For a brief second she looked so pained that I instantly wished I hadn't asked the question. But even if she did lean into Allen, who shot me a piercing stare, she answered.
"It's weird, Van. Hana is so nice, caring, and gentle. Yet, when people come to observe the children, she throws massive tantrums, and even bullies others. It's as if she doesn't want to live with a caring family. Even with Dryden she's wary. The only person she's ever warmed up to was me. And you." She laughed. "It was so odd, the questions she asked that day, the way she snuggled against you. I expected her to say hi and then hide behind me, but she snuggled with you!"
More glares from pretty boy.
Now I was just as baffled as she was, and even a little embarrassed. "I can understand why she'd warm up to you. You're one of the kindest, most innocent people I've ever met . . ."
"Van!" Hitomi cried with a blush, as Allen pulled her closer to him possessively. I pictured him as a rabid dog barring his teeth at me. How amusing.
"But why me?" I finished after this minor interruption.
"Why not you?" Hitomi asked.
I wasn't prepared for that.
"Exactly," Hitomi smiled triumphantly.
"Who's this Hana, anyway?" Allen asked after the conversation was clearly over, looking down at Hitomi with soft eyes, while brushing stray pieces of hair out of her face.
"None of your business," I said before I could control it.
"Van!" Hitomi cried exasperatedly. I shut up immediately.
oOo
"What are you doing?" Hitomi asked as I opened the door. I was not in the parking lot. I was not going in. And she couldn't make me.
"I'm not going today," I replied flatly.
I wanted to punch that damn smirk right off of Allen's face.
Hitomi pouted. "Why not?"
"Because . . ." I didn't know what to say. It didn't feel right to lie to Hitomi. So instead, I slammed the door shut, turned into the orphanage parking lot, parked, and was off the bus first.
"Happy?"
"Very," Hitomi said with a smile. And I knew she meant it. For it was then that I realized she meant everything she said.
oOo
What was keeping me from ripping Allen's head off, I didn't know. Perhaps it was the comfort of having Hana in my lap, her head buried in my chest. Yes, I almost wanted to laugh, high five her, anything, for the way she had snubbed Allen. It was like Hitomi had said, Hana didn't warm up to others much. And Allen was an instant dislike.
But that was little consolation, as I held the little girl, listened to Hitomi tell a story, and stared at that damned Allen. DAMN HIM! As a result of his possessive attitude toward Hitomi, with his intimate gestures and what not, and Hana's discomfort, I was sitting far away from them. I was leaving at the end of this story, and this time, I wouldn't let her stop me!
Hana tugged at my shirt. I looked down at her quizzically. "Van, you have to do something."
"About?" I asked flatly, acting like I didn't already know what the little girl was talking about.
"Him!" she cried, pointing in Allen's direction. I took a swift glance at pretty boy. His head rested on Hitomi's, while he stroked her hand lightly. My teeth ground together as I turned back to the little girl.
"What do you want me to do about him?"
"Get rid of him! He's evil! He's not good for Hitomi!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. I continued to stare at her as mixed emotions ran through me. I couldn't even place half of them. Then she added, "You don't like him either."
"How do you know?" I asked curtly.
"You're jealous that he's with Hitomi," she said.
My eyes widened as I stared at Allen and Hitomi again. A sickening feeling welled up in my stomach. No way. There was just no way. I couldn't be jealous! Who would be jealous? I wasn't jealous. Hitomi was just a friend. Nothing more. I was just . . . looking out for her. Not jealousy. I mean, what's there to be jealous about?
Who am I kidding?
"I . . . I . . ." The words, they weren't coming out. What was I suppose to say? There was nothing I could say. "I am NOT jealous!" I hissed, but I knew the blush adorning my cheeks gave it all away.
The children around us cheered as Hitomi finished with her story. With that, I placed Hana on the floor gently, a hurt look on her face. I looked at Hitomi as I stood up, and saw no smile. And then I looked at Allen, and only saw the biggest grin. My fingers curled up into a fist.
"Fine," I whispered down to Hana.
Slowly, I made my way towards Hitomi and her little "friend". Only upon reaching them did Allen look up in disgust. Hitomi gave me a weak smile. She knew I was going to leave. But I wasn't going to leave. Not yet. No, I couldn't leave Allen alone with her. I had business to take care of.
"Well, I've got to go," I said, trying to sound like everything was perfectly normal. "But before I do," I added slyly, "could I talk to you, Allen?"
Allen gave me a skeptical look. Of course he would be suspicious. But would he be a chicken, and turn me down? "Fine."
"Outside."
Allen glared, while Hitomi had a completely blank look on her face. "Fine."
So Allen rose, letting go of Hitomi since, what, we got there? Things still hadn't registered with Hitomi. And as we walked past Hana, she gave me a broad smile. Great.
The last thing I heard was Dryden's voice saying, "You're just going to let them do this?"
oOo
Much to my relief, no one followed us out. Of course, knowing Hitomi, she probably still hadn't quite caught on. No matter. That made it better. There would be no interference. Just pretty boy and me, head to head, outside an orphanage, on the broken up asphalt.
I felt like a monster.
"Well, Mr. Bus Driver? Got a problem?" Allen asked with that damn smirk of his.
"A little one."
"Little, eh?"
"Back off," I growled, muscles going taut. But Allen didn't move, just kept right on smiling at me. The bastard!
"A little jealousy problem is what you've got," Allen said with a laugh.
That's when my fist connected with his jaw.
"Bastard," I spat.
I felt Allen's fist smash into my right cheek, while my foot connected with his gut. No more words were spoken. No words could be spoken as my cheek throbbed red, and blood splattered from Allen's mouth. He made another lunge, practically a tackle. It was so easy to side step, leaving his back completely open. I jammed my elbow into the small of his back, slamming him to the ground.
His hands rapped around my ankle, yanking my right foot hard. A sharp pain shot up my leg. Then he twisted it, making me grunt in pain. Kneeling down, I punched him in the nose with all my might. Blood streamed out of his nostrils, forcing him to release his vice grip on my ankle. I limped some ways away before I looked up.
Hitomi stood in the doorway of orphanage, transfixed by the scene before her. The word 'surprise' didn't even come close to describing her look. That's when I froze. That look. It hurt because I put it there. No! That look, it didn't suit her. And I put it there. And it hurt. I'd never felt like this before.
Hurt.
I was a monster.
I could feel Allen hovering behind me, panting, his blood splattering to the asphalt with a faint dripping. Even still, Hitomi and I were locked in a staring contest. Her eyes pleaded for an explanation, as mine pleaded for forgiveness. Then, as the whole situation took its toll on the innocent girl, her eyes welled up with tears, tears that did not shed, but hung at the edge of her eyes, waiting for her to blink and give them the final force to fall.
I made her cry . . .
From behind, I felt the wind shift. Out of reflex, I stuck out my elbow. It hit Allen straight in the gut, making him gag as he sunk to the ground, gasping for breath. I looked back at Hitomi one last time. She closed her eyes.
But the tears didn't fall.
That's when I ran. Just like always. I ran. I ran straight to my bus and drove away.
Why did my eyes sting?
But I grew up, (wishing) wishing on a star,
You think I won't ever get too far
oOo
When I reached the bus station, I regained some bodily control. My eyes didn't sting anymore. It was hard, however, to conceal my swollen cheek and limp. So, I tried to go as fast as possible. But that didn't stop me from running into my boss.
"Hey, Van, are you---" he began.
"Leave me the hell alone," I snapped, limping quickly past him. Not the smartest thing to say to the man, but I couldn't talk, I couldn't think straight.
Retrieving my things from my locker, I stormed out of the building to my car. It was an older car, at least ten years old, obviously used, bright red in color; but it was the best I could afford. The car didn't bother me. Where did I have to go? Nowhere. Where I was I going? Nowhere.
Upon reaching my apartment complex, I replayed the fight with Allen in my head, over and over again. And each time, the memory paused on Hitomi's face, Hitomi's sullen face, with tears welled up in her eyes. Tears . . . Tears of what? Sorrow for Allen? Fear? Or . . . hate. Did she hate me now?
The world hates me . . .
I slammed the car door shut, shoving my hands in my pockets. My jaw clenched. I needed sleep. Sleep would make it all go away. The world would disappear. I would disappear. Everything would disappear.
But I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I kept seeing her face. I tossed, I turned. I threw a pillow over my head, banged my head against a wall, but still, nothing worked. Eventually, I got out of bed and watched TV. There was nothing good on. I turned off the TV and threw the remote at it in disgust. Then I went to the bathroom, and just leaned on the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Only, I didn't see me, not exactly. It was a younger me. A younger, sad and scared looking me. And then I fell, crying and trembling to the ground with a shadow standing behind me. That's when me, the real me, returned; sweating and with a slightly swollen cheek.
The reflection shattered into a million images, as the shards of broken mirror fell to the floor with a crash. My breathing was shallow as blood trickled from my knuckles. Reality seeped back in at once.
I turned the sink on, placing my hand under the stream of water. It stung. There were probably some mirror fragments in there, but I didn't care. I just stared at the red liquid swirling down the drain. I stood there for a good ten minutes at least, until at last I turned off the water and tightly rapped my hand. I walked out of the room without cleaning it up.
And I finally went to sleep, on the floor, in a cold sweat.
oOo
Needless to say, the next day I was a wreck. The bandage which I used on my hand was soaked with blood, and I had to put on a new one. While the swelling in my cheek was almost, if not all, gone, the limp certainly wasn't. I was late for work. There were bags under my eyes. I wasn't concerned, however, about any of this.
I was only concerned with what would happen when she boarded.
That day dragged by slowly, tauntingly, dreadingly, agonizingly. And then her stop came, and it seemed too soon. My brain racked until it turned into mush and fizzled in the hot sun. I took a deep breath, ready to open the doors.
Please don't hate me, Hitomi.
The normal stream of college students flooded in; talking about nothing and me listening to none of it. Didn't matter. Only Hitomi mattered. Innocent Hitomi, who always came at the end of the line, with a bright and cheerful smile on her face, warming even my heart.
And sure enough, there stood innocent Hitomi, at the end of the line. But there was something terribly wrong. There was no bright and cheerful smile. No radiating glow. There was only a confused and hurt girl, all by her lonesome. I wanted to reach out and mollify her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, sending an ooze of blood out of my knuckle. Why couldn't I just say how sorry I was!
She walked past me without so much as a glance. It was the worse pain I ever felt.
Everyone got off slowly, it seemed. The world was in slow motion, pushing the dagger further into my heart. I kept looking in the mirror at her unmoving form. She didn't speak to anyone. She didn't listen to anything. She barely blinked.
And it was all my fault . . .
The last person left, and to my relief, just like always, Hitomi came to sit up front with me. Now my breath was caught in my throat. What was I suppose to say to break the ice?
'Lucky' me, I didn't have to.
"Why did you do it, Van?" Hitomi asked quietly.
"I'm sorry!" I blurted out automatically.
Hitomi gave me a blank look. "That doesn't answer my question. I want to know why you did it."
"Why?" I repeated, the rage that I'd felt for Allen yesterday rising within me again. "Why! I'll tell you why! Because . . ."
I faltered.
"Because?"
"Because . . ." I replied quietly. "He . . . he was . . . he was mistreating you."
Her form slumped slightly as she turned away. She didn't say anything. My heart sank. She wasn't going to forgive me? No! I'd do anything for her forgiveness! Anything . . .
"How was he mistreating me?" she whispered.
"How!" I hissed. "He was . . . he was molesting you, in a way! He was touching you . . . and it was one sided. And . . . I didn't want you to be hurt. But I guess I messed that up royally."
Hitomi turned to face me. The breath caught in my throat. There was that radiating smile! But . . . why? What had I said to earn that smile?
"You're right," she said simply.
It took a few seconds for me to comprehend. "What!"
"I said you're right. What Allen was doing was wrong. I should've stopped him. I guess I was just too scared to say anything. I don't even know why I brought him along. While I may not approve of the method with which you dealt with the situation, you were right," she said. "And I'm sorry, too."
"You don't have to be sorry," I replied quietly, turning into the parking lot. "Do you forgive me?" I asked as I parked, unbuckling my seat belt. We stood up simultaneously.
I flinched in shock as she embraced me, her delicate hands locking around my waist. This was something totally unexpected. I blushed as I awkwardly hugged her back. "I forgive you," she whispered into my chest, "on one condition."
Condition? What kind of condition? "Anything," I whispered.
"You must go out with me on Saturday night."
I inhaled sharply, swearing to God that my face was pure red. "But--"
"You said anything," she whimpered.
"That's not-- No! I mean . . . uh." The word wouldn't come out. "Yes!"
Her eyebrow shot up in amusement at my bungled speech. "It's settled then! Pick me up at eight?"
"Sure," it all happened too fast for my mind to comprehend. I was going out with Hitomi on Saturday night. Not pretty boy Allen, but me. Me, poor little bus driver Van, the crankiest bastard around.
So I still thought.
Hitomi broke the embrace, hopping off the bus with a spring in her step. I sat back down in the drivers' seat and buckled my seatbelt. "Van, where are you going?" Hitomi asked, concerned.
"To drop this thing off. I'm driving you home tonight." With that, I shut the doors.
oOo
Our drive home was pleasant. We just talked about everyday things for once. Well, it was more Hitomi talked, and I listened. But it was still fun, nonetheless. As we reached the school, I felt saddened that I had to leave her.
"Van, there's one more thing I need to know . . ."
"What's that?"
"What happened to your hand?"
I stared down at the bloody bandage. Suddenly, I hid back in my shell. "Oh, this? I-it's nothing. Don't worry about it."
It was blunt that she didn't believe me. Slowly, she reached over and touched the wound. I retracted in pain, gritting my teeth.
"You didn't clean it very well."
I didn't say anything.
"Please tell me what happened, Van…"
"I . . . I just accidentally broke my mirror, okay?"
"Don't lie to me, Van," Hitomi whispered into my ear, leaning across to the drivers' side. "There was no way that was an accident." She pointed to my hand.
Turning to face her, our faces were mere centimeters away. "Okay, fine," I said softly. "I couldn't sleep. I felt bad about what I'd done. So I let my rage out on my mirror, alright?"
She kissed my cheek softly. I leaned into it. Her lips were soft against my skin. I hugged her closer to me. I needed her. I needed her more than anything. That's why I had been so upset. I needed her.
"Silly Van," she chided. "I would have forgiven you no matter what you did."
"Thank you . . ."
Giving me one last peck, she opened the door. "I'll see you later, Van."
"Bye . . ."
I swore to God that I'd never wash my cheek again.
A/N: I doubt that any of you could stare me in the eye and say that's exactly what you thought would happen :P. I don't even think Vi3tBaBiI expected that one, hehe. Aw well, guess now you guys can all guess what will happen in the next chapter! It's Van and Hitomi date time, mwhah! Well, originally it wasn't supposed to be a date, they were just suppose to 'hang out'. But . . . I dunno, I guess it worked out better this way ? -Reads over notes- Yeah, next chapter is so cool, hahaha . . .
Too bad I'll probably update 'When Doves Cry' first :P.
Unless I get enough reviews to persuade me otherwise -wink-.
Happy holidays, everyone!
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Carrie21- Who doesn't love Van? -huggles Van- Isn't he so nice in this chapter? (Nice . . . Right, not the greatest adjective to use, but eh . . .) Well, okay, by the end he's nice, anyway (sorta?). So, what did you think of that? I don't think this was the greatest chapter . . . but it had the most action . Thanks!
Inda- Does this count as opening up? o.O I think Van still hides in his shell. Well, I mean, he hasn't discussed his past yet, right? Oops, this update kinda took awhile. But, it's long! And . . . I uploaded another story in the meantime! So, I can't really be blamed, ne? Thank you!
Grrl N- Eh, not much time is my busy schdule ;. My bad! But here it is, with all the interesting things! Sorry, but it doesn't include Van's past or time at college. That comes in . . . -glances at notes- I think some of it comes in next chapter, actually, hehe. Thanks!
Sakura onto Hitomi- Lots of cookies ;. All I ever eat is junk food o.O. I should stop that sometime . . . But chocolate is so good, you know? Hehe, does Van have even more depth and personality now? (Or did I just change it?) Hope you liked this chapter too!
Avelyn Lauren- Well, Hana certainly likes him anyway. The Hana thing, that was sorta spur of the moment. But I really like it now . Hm . . . Van should tell them a story. Gotta think of incorperating that. And the cat will come out of the bag eventually. But not yet :P. I think it happens in . . . like I'll tell you, hahaha! Sorry, that was cruel . . . Thanks!
Tramie- Van's going to be embarressed a LOOOOOOOOOOT more. Like in this chapter! Except nobody was around to see it -.- Aw well . . . Sorry, took kinda long on that update. I'll try harder next time! Thank you!
The lady winged Knight- Aw, Van's been digging on Hitomi since the beginning. He just didn't know it :P. And now Van's really nice. Um . . . sorta, anyway ;. And he blushes a lot! Candy, candy! (I've gotta stop eatting junk food. For real!) Hehe, hope you liked this chapter!
dreamingofflyingaway- I agree with you that school is an absolute !#$!$! . My damn English grade is a B! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, stupid participation! So what, I don't talk, I'm smarter than half the class . . . Blah! -cough- Anyways, look, even more interaction between Van and Hitomi! Even some physical stuff, woooooooo. Lol, a whole hug and kiss on the cheek! Hey, I can't rush it too much, right? Hope you liked it! Thanks!
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Vi3tBaBiI- I didn't forget you, persay. How could I ever 'forget' you! I luff you (and I see you everyday at school, lol!) And of course you didn't expect it. If anyone did, then I'd be scared. They read my mind, lol.
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Vi3t babii - :P You're right.. I really didn't expect it. That was a GREAT chapter, don't you all agree? I hardly did any editing since it was almost perfect… except, sometimes Spirit0 gets a little crazy with commas , no worries, I helped her a bit in that area. Now REVIEW!