Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Make me Real ❯ 02 - Yukari, I hate you! ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Make Me Real

-ReddAlice

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Author's Note: Anyone listening to her mother's pure 80's CD is bound to become insane... venomously insane. My favorite band of all time is Duran Duran, but my favorite singer is Jon Davis from Korn. I love metal and rock... so listening to the song Karma Chameleon is killing me. However... it's oddly surprising.

Songs: Karma Chameleon - Culture Club, Tainted Love - Soft Cell, Hungry Like a Wolf, Duran Duran, Weiss Kruez Gluhen (OP)

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Chapter 02:

"Yukari, I hate you!"

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So it was Yukari who told my mom... she was the one who really didn't believe me. Had I known I would have kept the secret to myself, it wouldn't have bothered me much at all, not at all. I thought friends didn't keep secrets... Oh yeah... she did, she didn't tell me she had fallen in love with Amano. ...Then again... I've never told her about Van.

Hitomi pressed her lips thin and shut her book, she couldn't study right now; her brain had crawled out her ear and took of jogging towards Tokyo Station. She should have realized it sooner; she had never mentioned anything about Gaea to anyone other than Yukari and Amano until she reached the psychiatrist... That was where she made her mistake; she should have kept her journey to herself. Nudging her history book towards the edge of her desk, Hitomi shook her head then pushed the heavy binding and listened to it hit the floor. Was she a fool?

What would Van think of me now?

Even as they parted, their futures separate, they never really conversed about the confused emotions that traversed between them. She couldn't say she had truly loved him, because she had wanted to be with Allen, but in the end sided with the Fenelian King and Escaflowne. For a while she had believed she was in love with him, but now she was confused. Her mind bitterly chewed the thought. He had to have cared for her, he risked his life to save her, but would Van do that for anyone he thought was innocent?

...Would he come to save her now that she wasn't...

"I'm still Hitomi." She argued aloud, but inside, she knew she wasn't the same.

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The world was shady, hazy, and dizzying... What had he given her? Was she dying? Even as she willed it she couldn't move, she couldn't breath; the waters of the Earth rushing in her ears, weaving endlessly through the dull sound of her heartbeat.

"Hitomi!!!"

Van?

"Hitomi!!!"

Allen?

"Hitomi!!!"

Van...

"Hitomi..."

Dr. Takatori.

Hitomi bolted up right in her chair, the soft fabric of her pajama bottoms slipping and resulting in her sitting under, not next to, the desk. "Hitomi? Hitomi!!"

"Mom?"

"Did you fall asleep studying? I heard you down stairs. Was it a nightmare? Could you unlock the door?"

"Everything's fine mom." Hitomi piped opening the door and smiling emptily. "What is it?"

"There's a phone call for you."

Hitomi blinked, her face openly bemused, She had a phone call? No one called her anymore. "Okay, I'll get it in my room, thanks Mom."

Sitting back at her desk, she watched the phone wearily, waiting for it to jump up at yell at her for being so ditsy. It was pale cherry colored with small glittery panda stickers; her whole room was optimistic in that way. A reminder of how carefree she had been a year ago, there mere thought peeled away at the darkness and made her smile.

"Hitomi! Do you got it?" Came her mother's voice through the door.

"Oh!" Hitomi snatched up the pink handset, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Mr. Takatori's office, you are now being connected." The very blood in her body iced over, slivering off into her veins.

"Hitomi, this is Dr. Takatori, how have you been?"

"I-I'm good." The world chilled around her and broke away.

"That's good to hear. Listen, we need to have you come back in for one of three evaluations. As long as there are no incidents along the way, you should be completely off the hook. No more check ups, no more Fare Fax ever again."

No more... ever again...

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"Is that all he had to say, Hitomi?" Mr. Kanzaki asked looking over his daughter with a hard eye of dissection.

Yes, that was all Dr. Takatori had to say to her, after what he had done to her, every time she left the room she was dismissed by him as just another patient. Why did she think she would be treated different? There was no special treatment for the used, even when he looked at her, his eyes where that of a doctor, not the eyes of a man who had violated her.

And on the phone, he spoke to her as if she was just another one of his patients; it was very probably she hadn't been his only victim. Victim? The word was odd in her mind, like a disease she had fought off for years had finally surfaced under the rigid light of recognition.

"Yeah, he wants me to come in tomorrow after work at 3 in the afternoon." Kanzaki Hitomi was just another victim, something she had never been before. Even while she was bewildered amongst warring guymelef, her character tried numerous times she had never been the injured party. Somewhere she had taken profound satisfaction in knowing she could take care of herself and triumph over all odds.

Kanzaki Hitomi was a faceless victim.

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The trudge to her weekend job should have been accompanied by a requiem. It had been apart of the agreement with her parents following her release. She was to get a job and try to resume a healthy teenage life. Apparently a healthy life also included being browbeaten by soulless managers, and emotional abused by unhappy customers grumpy customers.

"Hitomi!"

Slowly, if not painfully, Hitomi brought herself to a halt and craned her head to better see who was calling her name, praying that she was truly insane this time around. No such luck however, the causeless concerned face of Yukari bobbing and panting before her. "You walk so fast! I-...need... to catch my breath!"

"...Yukari...?" Hitomi whispered at a loss, she at first had been dreading a confrontation with her treacherous friend, but in the flesh Yukari hardly seem to embody the wickedness she had come to represent, which left Hitomi at a loss for words.

Yukari placed her hands on her hips, "Hitomi, we need to talk... about things..."

"What sort of things?" Hitomi asked, feeling a bit of her old self-peeking behind the heavy velvet curtains of her psyche.

"Well...we need to talk about..." Was this the same woman crying over her in the halls to- "Amano. We need to talk about Amano." She repeated more confidently.

Hitomi quirked her head her voice strained by her own mystification, "What?"

"I know you've been holding a grudge against me over Amano, and I wanted to talk about it. We're friends after all, right? I mean I know you said it was okay that I went after him... but we never talked about how you felt about the whole damn thing. It's been over a year, Hitomi, I think you need let the bad go... so we can be friends again." Yukari explained, "I miss you. We're friends after all... right?"

How in all of God's green earth had she deduced such a ridiculous conjecture? "What?" Hitomi heard herself say, "You think I am angry at you over... over... Amano? No!" She shouted, a few sparse people stopping to watch the exchange. "I'm not angry or jealous over Amano! My problem is..." Finally, she was going to say it. She had been thinking of it since yesterday in school when she learned who really sent her to Fairfax, the person who really abandoned her and threw her to the dogs. "My problem is you..." Hitomi whispered.

It was Yukari's turn to be confused, "What are you saying?"

"Yukari, I hate you. How could you ruin my life?"

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The unused, impersonal smell of clothes hung in the air, making breathing a disagreeable task. Shopping when she had been young had never been much fun, why would working at a Smart Mart be a better experience?

"S'cuse me miss? Do you have this in a bigger size?"

What a way to spend a Saturday? Cooped up in the clothing department tagging thongs, and wallowing in mistakes.

"Miss? Miss? Miss?"

Hitomi looked up finally coming to terms that the horribly high-pitched voice was begging for her attention. After all, she was the woman's wear attendant today. "Oh?"

The woman across the counter was waving a leopard print bra around in her face; the huge breast cups the size of large mixing bowls. "Yes, you." The robust elderly lady grumbled stretching the 42" band of the garment.

"Do you have this in a bigger size? Also-" The woman pulled up another item into view. "Do you know where I can find more of these?" A delicate piece of jewelry dangled from the woman's index finger and thumb, a teardrop of polished burgundy, and in the glow of it's ominous presence the universe melted away.

The pendant swung towards Hitomi like a pendulum, and then withdrew in the darkness.

Back in forth...

In perfect time...

Hitomi lunged over the counter and ripped the necklace from the customer's hand, distorting the phenomenon. The milieu shuddered and returned to vast generic clothing wracks and yellow sale tags. "Hey!" The women yelped, "I'm going to buy that!"

For a shocked minute, Hitomi waited for her surroundings to fluctuate around her again. When to her disappointment, and relief, nothing happened again, she slowly unclenched her white knuckled fist. "My pend-..." It was just a piece of cracked red plastic tied to a black string, why had she thought it the heirloom her Grandmother had given her? The necklace she had left with Van. Why was she seeing things? Now that she thought about it, hadn't she just yesterday predicted Takatori's call?

Unnerved, Hitomi groped for an explanation for her rude behavior, "I... um... oh..." Her eyes wandered to the clock above the emergency phone and extinguisher. It was 2:30. "I have to go, it's time for me to clock off. Have a nice day, and thank you for shopping at Smart Mart!"

Maybe now wasn't the best time of all times to be having a psychological evaluation and check up?

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TBC... Next Chapter: "Enjoy it!"

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Author's Note: Please notify me of any heinous errors (spelling, grammar, stupid plot, etc)! It is really important to me that my work is legible! My own beta'ing skills are mediocre so I depend on my reader's honest.

Uzumaki: Thank you for reviewing! I had no way to say that, you don't have an e-mail posted! Make no mistake, I like Yukari, she's just playing her role for now... but seeings how now is now... let's make a big party of chucking the loud mouth out the window, ne?

IWD: I promise not to make this a habit (writing to readers through my story), but I just wanted to say thank you and let everyone know how wonderful you are! ^-~ <points> Wonderful!