Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Make me Real ❯ I hope you die! ( Chapter 4 )

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Make Me Real -ReddAlice

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Author's Note: I've decided to add in a few Japanese suffixes that I can't due without. Such as Merle's sama...Here saying Lord Van just doesn't due her or her devotion justice. Our culture concepts are just far too different. ^-^ However, I'll refrain from -san, -chan, and -kun for your'all sake. See I am being productive!

**Thank you so much Lianne… I was honored by your review, and very grateful for such a spectacular reader who cared enough to inspire me to write this. Next week I will be moving this fic over to VISION OF ESCAFLOWNE! I hope next time you leave me your e-mail so I can give you a more personal reply. Thank you again!

Thank you Bettypatch for pointing out a few of my errors. Such as... how I spelt Amano Alamo then laughed so hard I nearly cried. I have no idea why I found it so funny, but I nearly DIED howling in glee. ^-^ BP it would be people like you who point out serious errors that truly help me evolve! Thank you!

Songs: My Own Summer - Deftones, Change - Deftones, Chauffer -Deftones (It was originally done by Duran Duran, my favorite song from my favorite band redone and well at that! ^-~)

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Chapter 04: "I hope you die!"

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Hitomi let her eyes roll back into her head, and she listened to him scream. It was gratifying, a justification, or perhaps it was more of a symbolic retaliation. "I hope you die." She whispered.

Takatori dropped to the ground, his face pale, and utterly unconscious. For someone so keen on inflicting severe agony on others, he wasn't sweet on pain.

Hitomi left the office as customary, bowed a little to the secretary, and left the desk with a few words. "Dr. Takatori needs to finish some paperwork, he wants to be left alone." Hitomi permitted an undisclosed smile, "Have a nice day."

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Even to her own surprise, it took Hitomi a while to muster the urge to speak. They were several blocks away before she opened her mouth, "I'm sorry it took me so long." She said fidgeting as they walked, her body a little sore.

Amano carefully watched her, curious about her odd concept of time. Then again, what did he know about a mental institution. "Kanzaki...you were only in there 15 minutes, I just thought I'd come in and wait..." Nothing in his voice suggested he had a clue. "That secretary just wouldn't listen, she was little flighty."

Hitomi nodded, how many times had she thought the same thing? Then again, for a while behind those unstable walls she had thought that all the staff members were conspirators out to get her. Why? The drugs had prevented her from getting much father than that, so she was left with looming paranoia as she tried to battle insomnia.

"You seem a little different." Amano noted, and Hitomi had to hand it to him for coming around and even addressing the issue. At least he had the decency to do so, Yukari had just ran to the edges of the earth; little did she know that was where Hitomi was balanced.

Hitomi again nodded, "I suppose. People change." She said slyly defending her secrets. "You aren't exactly the same you were last time I saw you either, you're a little more..."

"A little more what?"

The word was there sitting on the other side of the spectral scale from her position. "Extroverted."

"While you are...here...more introverted." He observed.

Hitomi had to wince at that, why was he suddenly so pushy? So concerned? He had been when she fainted before her trip to Gaea, but not with this much urgency. Then again, he had gone as far as to page her while she sat in the woods of another world.

Looking at him through the corner of her eyes Hitomi felt her cheeks flush in a way they hadn't in quite a while, he was watching her. "Observant." She said covering up her regression with iciness.

The pair stopped by a vending machine apparently walking towards the school. "I'm buying, what would you like?" He said lightheartedly.

"Whatever is fine."

Not wanting to press the issue into an agreement over soda, Amano frowned slightly. "Cola fine with you?" Hitomi nodded becoming more and more withdrawn as their time together wore on.

Amano handed her the drink, and the two of them continued on their to the closed grounds of his old school. Soon, the two found themselves seated on the bleachers of the track and football field.

"How as your trip abroad? Are you leaving again?" Hitomi queried trying to be conversational; she at least deserved a star for effort.

"It was great." Amano said forcibly, "I'm leaving again soon. I just wanted to touch bases."

"Oh? With who?"

Amano appeared to give it some thought, carefully choosing his words. "Teachers who helped me, students, friends, Yukari... you."

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Merle scrunched her nose, her ears flattening irritable. If Van didn't calm down quickly she just may betray her heart and become a slayer for sanity. "Van-sama!" She cried panic gripping at her cruelly. What could she do for him? Nothing. The only person who could wasn't there, and didn't care enough to contact her worried King to even tell him she was all right; which Merle assured him she was.

From their time together, Merle knew Hitomi had a knack for trouble, whether or not she wanted it or purposefully beckoned it. It was there if she was. Yet, somehow she managed to heal wounds left after catastrophes of biblical proportions. At least she fixed what she messed up!

That said little for Van.

In his rage and frustration he had left his room in ruins, choosing to take it out on inanimate objects rather than living beings.

He was so pigheaded! Merle screamed inwardly, frightened. What if he hurt himself? Becoming increasingly ill from worry, the cat girl ran from the room. There was someone that could help. Bringing Allen would reopen old wounds, but Cellena, that was another story. For some reason under Cellena's and Van's illogical hatred towards one another was deep breathing understanding of warriors. However, Van just didn't understand that Cellena was no longer Dilandou... and from the girl... there was nothing to fear.

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Allen bolted upright in his empty bed, his chest tight with stress from the nightmare had had witnessed. It was already disappearing from his memory, but he could recall the vague outline, and linking images.

Hitomi had been there, in tears at his feet, her hands clenched so tightly on her knees that she had begun to bleed. "Kill me." She begged.

Allen had refused, and instead offered himself as solace, wrapping his elegantly long arms around her shuddering form. "Never."

The girl had been on his mind since she left, and he couldn't let go. He had so tried hard not to embrace any attraction for the girl knowing Van's evolvement, but later it had been as if hands had pushed him to her and forgot to undo the magic that bound him to Hitomi.

Subsequently it was nothing but ugly jealousy, competition, and obsession. Had there been love masked under those disgusting unrespectable feelings? Yes, there had to have been for him to be dreaming of her after all this time. He longed for her, and felt involuntary unrequited resentment for the man she chose, and then left, though she had left him as well.

In the dream, or nightmare, she had pushed away from him and fell back into the arms of Fanelia's king. "Kill me." She goaded.

In the shadows behind Van stood a figure that angered Allen more then Van could ever intentionally. Dilandou...no.... it had been Cellena at first, but under Van's unpredictable gaze she had digressed back, her body screaming, but his eyes laughing. Even in reality, Allen knew it would only be a matter of time.

"Please..." Hitomi had sobbed. "Van..."

Dilandou participated in a brief conversation with Van before lowering to the ground behind king, and drawing his arms possessively around Van's trim waist.

Hitomi had been lost that very moment, she screamed rejected, and still without assistance thrust Van's sword into her throat.

Allen sat in his bed, his heart wounded in the suggestion. Dilemma was aloof, it was about time he swallowed his emotions and went to go see Van. Still, he would leave his younger, traumatized, and a touch crazy sister at home to tend to her flowers and animals like she should. The heart of a child is easily swayed. The heart of a woman is fiercely blind but strong. The heart of the man is single-minded but powerful. All of that was trapped inside Cellena's frail body. Allen just couldn't imagine.

Only partially dressed, Allen descended from his bedroom. "Would you tell Cellena I will be back tomorrow evening."

The old woman near the window looked up, she was a paid caretaker Allen had enlisted the help of. She was honest, quiet, and attentive, a perfect person to keep an eye on Cellena when he was gone. The woman also had a few secrets up her baggy, dusty sleeves.

Appearances weren't what they seemed; she was also a doppelganger in hiding, a forest friend of Jajuka. After the fires receded over Gaea, she had sought Allen out and asked for him to save her. Calling the woman a her wasn't aptly correct, the Doppelgangers where asexual, but the form it chose was necessary part of hiding.

"Cellena left with that cat girl, it was an emergency. I was just coming to wake you, something is wrong with the King."

Allen could have told her that, but under the circumstances of fret, he refrained.

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Hitomi and Amano sat near the field for three hours before Hitomi decided it best for her to leave. "I should be going." She mumbled, the entire conversation had been strained but gracefully kept up.

Amano discovered himself starring at the track, it's long lanes wrapping around the dark green field. Memories were haunting him. "Hitomi...wait."

"What?"

Shaking his head, he looked up at her, his muscles tense. Amano remembered that beam of light, and the young warrior who had spirited her away with him. He remembered the content reassured woman she returned as. How dare he let Yukari kill such an amazing girls metamorphism, when she herself saw Hitomi's unearthly departure as well. She had even gone as for as to sit with him while they worried over Kanzaki's whereabouts. "Hitomi...I remember the funnel of light...I believe you."

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TBC... Next Chapter: "Stupid Can... And Stupid Worms"

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Ending Note: No, this will never become a Hitomi/Amano, I'd sooner kill myself. ^-~ Thanks for sticking around! I trust to hear from all of you, I pray you enjoyed, and I thank you for your loyalty! I hope I never disappoint you!