Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ I hate you ... My love .. ❯ Still waiting for a solid explanation! ( Chapter 3 )

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I hate you … my love

"You mean that lady who asked you about how were things doing in Fanelia?" - he nodded and Mirana started running o her husband.

Chapter 3: Still waiting for a solid explanation!

"Mussume, have you seen the lady's face?" - Dryden asked to his son, after they reached their private chambers.

"Of course not daddy! After all it is supposed to be a mask ball!" - Mirana laughed under her son's comment, as did Dryden.

"I don't trust that LADY! She looks very suspicious to me!" - he said with a suspicious face.

"She is not daddy!" - Dryden smiled at his son.

"Ok! But I still want to find out who she is! Next time she appears, call us will you?" - the little boy nodded and hugged his father close.

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"How did it go?"

"Better than expected!" - she stated as she bowed before him.

She hated him so mush, but she had no other choice than to do everything he asked her for. And when I say everything, I mean it!

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"Merle, where the hell is Van?" - Chris asked as she ran down the hallway.

"On the same place ever, Chris!" - Chris saddened at that.

"Again? Why can't he get over it?"

"Chris, you know that it's easier to say than to do! I guess he has his reasons! Goodnight!" - Merle started walking on the opposite direction Chris did.

"Goodnight!" - Chris walked until she reached a door, that apparently was locked from inside. - "Van open the door! It's Chris!" - she didn't have to wait mush. Soon the door was open by the King of Fanelia. He was only wearing some black pants. On the last few years, black was the only colour he would use. (And don't ask why, the answer is coming right away)

"Can I ask what are you doing in here?" - he smiled a little bit and let her in, locking the door behind her.

"The usual stuff!" - he sat back on the bed and stared at her.

"Van, you're not reading her diary again, are you?" - he restarted listening to the music from the CD player.

"And what's wrong with that?" - she walked over to him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you go and talk to her? At least you would understand why she hasn't even gave you a solid explanation!" - Van pressed the 'Pause' and looked up at her.

"She fell in love with Sergio! That's all I really need to know!" - Chris got more angered than ever.

"And what about the baby? She was pregnant when she left! Doesn't that matter anymore?" - his eyes told her to calm down. She knew that the subject hurted him more than it hurted anyone else.

"Probably she lost the baby! And I don't think she wants to talk about it!" - Chris got up.

"You know what you are? You are a complete jerk, that's what!" I believe you have the right to know what happened to your own son. And I hate her more than anything, just by the fact that she didn't care on telling you anything! Why are you such a stubborn? You could've been so mush happy if you at least talked to her!" - Van noticed that she was fighting back the tears.

"I just want her to be happy, that's all!"

"Even if that represents your own sadness?" - she turned to the door again. - "I don't think that's fair! Goodnight Van!" - she left the room.

"Goodnight Chris!"

He pressed the 'Play' once again. And started reading again.

«… and the only reason why I'm not going to tell him I'm pregnant, it's because if I do it, he'll not let me fight. And without me, this war will never end! I just hope, some day he'll forgive my mistake!»

"I've already forgiven you! And you were right! The war would never end without you on it! I'm just sad that things have to be the way they are!" - he whispered into the night, unknown that someone was listening, hidden on the shadows of the night.

What? Stopping already?

What do you want? I try to do my best, and I want to stop here. Well, the main reason is because I have to write a chapter to each of my other fanfictions.

Well see you, and please review!

You don't know how mush it means to me!

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{Ana Nunes}