Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Born Of The Moon ❯ Views In Mirrors ( Chapter 3 )

Born Of The Moon

Chapter III

Views In Mirrors

"One transfer ticket to Tokyo please."

At this point, I didn't care how costly a ticket from the Sendai station straight to the Tokyo station was- all I cared about was getting away from my world and back to the other I knew about. Earth no longer seemed to be my home. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that I truly belonged on Gaea. If not forever, at least getting away for even a while would do me some good.

"Hitomi! Wait up!"

I turned to see Yuhan running towards me holding a fan of cash in his hand. "Give me a one way ticket to Tokyo please." He declared to the woman behind the counter. My eyes went wide.

"Yuhan! What do you think you're doing?! Why did you follow me?!"

"Hey calm down," he whispered, trying to hush my frantic yelling. "I was going to visit family in Tokyo tomorrow but if I go with you now, I won't have to ride alone." His sweet smile calmed my temper.

"Fine." I also noticed the folder under his arm. "You still have the folder . . . what did Yuki say after I left?"

"Oh, she was pretty pissed off . . ." His eyes went to the floor and he smiled again. "So I told her to get a life and to believe whatever it was you wanted her to believe and-"

"Yuhan!"

"Your tickets, sir and miss." The woman placed our tickets in front of us with an annoyed look on her face. I grabbed mine and began to walk away from Yuhan.

"Hitomi!"

We had about twenty minutes before our train left so I had some extra time to buy myself some food for the four-hour ride to Tokyo.

"So, what's inside this folder anyway?" He asked me as I paid for my food.

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

I watched him slowly untie the seal and pull out the large packet of paper within.

"It's a story. Well, it looks like this'll keep me occupied for a good fraction of the ride."

After we finally got into the subway, Yuhan was already done a quarter of the adventure. I decided to sit across from him to view the wide variety of facial expressions he was displaying. Anger one moment, joy the next, then sorrow. I enjoyed my food while being entertained.

As the first hour dragged on, I could tell by his overall serious expression that he had entered the war section. Yawning, I took a glance at my watch. It was five in the morning and the sun was just beginning to illuminate the dark sky with shades of pink and red. Yawning deeply once more, I realized how tired I was. For about five minutes, I struggled to seat myself comfortably to take a nap. Giving up, I crossed over to Yuhan who was deeply submerged in my writing. I clung onto his arm and used his shoulder as a pillow.

"Uhm . . . Hitomi?" I could see him reddening above me.

"Be my pillow please?" I asked in the most innocent and sweetest voice I could muster. His smile returned.

"Sure."

/* As I opened my eyes once more, I found myself enveloped in a warm black blanket. Sighing, I pulled it closer. It felt like warm velvet against my skin. A single candle was lit across the room I was laying in and it cast off very little light. The room itself smelt of a mixture of burnt stove and a dewy forest. It calmed me so. I was expecting to fall back into my dream world and second.

"Hitomi . . ." A low voice echoed throughout the room. I became slightly more alert, but the voice was so soothing. It sounded a lot like Yuhan.

"Yuhan, is that you?" Both my and his voices sounded like they would in a dreamer's room-- soft and echoing.

"No, Hitomi. I'm not the man you call Yuhan. Look for me . . ."

Sitting myself up, I glanced around the room. It was pretty dark but I could make out a mirror just next to the candle. It was a full length mirror with a decorative silver frame around it. As I stepped in front of it with the black velvet sheet still clinging onto me, I saw someone come up behind me. I closed my eyes and waited for him to come closer. I soon felt one hand on my shoulder and one around my waist. My eyes slowly opened to see the man who was holding me. His touch was familiar somehow. His dark eyes were staring intently at me as I let their subtle gaze. His midnight black hair still hung down just around his eyes yet still framed his face nicely. I couldn't help but get a little misty-eyed.

"Van . . . I-I don't believe it . . . you're here with me."

I could feel his quiet breathing on the nape of my neck as he leaned closer.

"I've missed you so much, Hitomi." he kissed me lightly on the cheek but he turned his face so that he could rest his cheek beside mine.

"I'll be seeing you soon."

Both of his hands were on my shoulders as I looked back into the crystal mirror. What confused me was that my features seemed to be melting into those of another's. My hair became longer and now rested on my shoulders in curly locks, and my eyes changed to sky blue.

"I love you."

As his mouth closed, the mirror shattered and pieces shot at my eyes without giving me time to react. * \

"Hitomi, wake up." A quiet toned voice coaxed. My eyes burned as I tried to open them. I frantically wiped then with my hands, still thinking that there were shards of glass in them.

"Hitomi!" Yuhan grabbed my wrists and forced me to look at him. "Whatever you just saw was a dream, nothing more."

My breathing was shallow and fast as I struggled to retain my cries. Desperately, I clung to him and cried softly. A dream with Van in it was powerful enough on its own, but a view of him with another woman, saying that he loved her, was too much for me to handle. Maybe that's why the mirror broke. Was it signifying something? Was what I saw in that mirror something that was actually going to happen? Or already did?

Van . . . never.

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AN; I might not be updating regularly because school is being quite gay and I've gotta start studying more but I'll try to update on a semi-regular basis. :) *Elemental Angel*