Broken Wings Upon Me [1/? | PG-13]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I don?t own Vision of Escaflowne; the main characters belong strictly to their rightful owners.
Dedication: To the reader.




Broken Wings Upon Me
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: PG-13



Chapter One

The sun was just rising; the light golden rays warm upon contact. It was almost as every morning went; the sun rose, and along with it the inhabitants of Japan. The room was dimly lit, being somewhat out of reach of the sun and all its bright glory; the drapes pulled down and turned in towards the glass of the window to block out the light.

No school today, it was her day off, Friday ? second last week of June.

She was lying on her back, an arm above her head, the pillows stuffed back into the headboard. It was so warm in her room; didn?t she shove off the blankets sometime during the middle of the night? The blankets, in fact, were pushed back off her torso, but why did it feel as though her mother had turned on the heat in the middle of summer?

Hitomi Kanzaki groaned and went to turn onto her side. She couldn?t; she was being pressed down into the mattress. Her brow furrowed; she was groggy, still feeling as if she were asleep. She squeezed her eyes tight, pressing her fingers down.

They never touched her stomach.

There was a soft grumble, and warm breath against her collarbone. Rough skin scrubbed along the top of her left breast, the shift causing her thin nightshirt to chaff along the sensitive skin. Movement disturbed the rest of the blankets barely covering her hips, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Her eyes flew open, and it took all her willpower not to scream out in surprise at what she saw lying on her.

Hitomi bucked her body, bringing her arms up. She couldn?t believe this!

The head of thick black hair stirred; she felt warm breath caress beneath her shirt and along her breast. The sleeping man nuzzled his face into her chest, nearly smiling, and mumbled incoherently, absently stroking a hand up the side of her body. Her nightshirt inched up, catching along the fingers, and she involuntarily shuddered.

She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders and tried to move him off of her. His head snapped up, her shirt nearly hanging off her breast, and stared at her with unfocused eyes. Slowly, he squinted, then brought a hand up, running it down his face roughly, gradually lifting off of her. Hitomi shouted at him, slapping him hard across the face and, taking him off guard, shoved him off the edge of the queen-sized bed.

He landed hard on the ground, the side of his head hitting the floor. The plush carpet cushioned its fall. Hitomi bolted upright, tugging her shirt back into place, and leaned forward to catch a better glimpse of him. She jerked back, crying out sharply in surprise as he brought his head up quickly, fixing her with a deep scowl.

There was a knock at the door. ?Hitomi?? It was her mother. Another knock. ?Honey, are you all right in there??

Hitomi spared a glance to the door. Her visitor followed with his eyes and went to stand up, but she leapt off the bed, sending the sheets and blankets on top of him. Quickly, she straddled his shoulders, forcing him down, and leaned into the side of the bed just as the door opened.

?Hey, mom,? she gasped out, and chuckled uneasily, running a hand through her hair, pushing it off her face.

Her mother lifted a brow, then looked about the room a few times before fixing her daughter with a curious gaze. ?I heard shouting. Are you all right?? She leaned into the doorframe.

Hitomi brought a hand to the back of her neck, laughing quietly, and cleared her throat as the man beneath her bucked his body upwards. Her words caught in her throat, and she glanced down briefly to see him rip off the sheets off his face. He narrowed his eyes at her, his upper lip curling slightly, and made a move to bite the inside of her thigh, but she swiftly pushed his head back down.

?F-fine!? She cleared her throat, smiling lopsidedly, then waved a hand. She tightened her grip on his hair, forcing him to keep still and his head down. ?Everything is fine, mom, just ? a nightmare, but don?t worry. I?m all right.?

?Are you sure?? Her mother sounded doubtful.

Hitomi nodded, smiling. ?Of course. Can you ? close the door; I need to change for my jog.?

Her mother nodded, giving the room another glance over, and closed the door, leaving her daughter to her privacy. Hitomi sagged heavily; sighing out, and suddenly gave a yelp as the man rose easily to his feet. She clutched the sides of his face, her legs crossed at the ankles to keep from falling back, and he grunted, reaching back to grab her under the arms, and flip her forwards.

He dropped her onto the bed and easily spun her around so that she were directly beneath him as he lay above her, pinning her down with his body. ?I dreamt about you last night,? he growled softly, nuzzling his nose and lips into her neck.

Hitomi fought to catch her breath and closed her eyes. ?Van, you can?t keep doing this.?

?Why not?? His lips ventured up her ear, nibbled on the tender skin of her earlobe, before then grazing the underside of her jaw as she tilted her head back.

?Stop,? she gasped, breathless, and went to bring her hands to his shoulders, but he captured them quickly, forcing her arms above her head. Her body arched off the bed, pressing into his and she was lost from the contact, moaning low in her throat.

The man known as ?Van? breathed softly against her mouth, and she responded unconsciously by parting her lips. He leaned down, quickly capturing her them with his, thrusting his tongue deep within, stroking along hers. She shuddered, squirming to free her hands. Van tightened his grip, then shifted both wrists to one hand, grasping them firmly, and brought his free hand down. His fingers stroked down the side of her body, and grabbed at the bottom of her shirt.

Hitomi tilted her head back, whimpering under her breath and let his lips slide off hers. Her body arched off the bed once more as she felt his warm breath travel down the slender column of her exposed throat, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin. Bucking, she failed in trying to overthrow him, and groaned as he slipped a hand beneath her shirt, roughly cupping a breast.

With eyes half-lidded; she gazed up at him, her breathing heavy and fast. Her heart suddenly stopped dead in her chest, her eyes widening. Pale green stared up into deep crimson filled with a hunger that was not lust.

She could see the thirst for blood reflect in his eyes, the leer on his lips twisting. The light pink scar etched in the right side of his face crinkled, and as he leaned back down towards her, she could do nothing but scream.


To be continued.

[amber23]

more please!

[ice princess]

WHOA. Um, Hitomi...I don't think the person with the pink facial scar is Van.

You *might* wanna run. Or wake up, I think.

Yeah, so this threw me for a loop! Sexual excitement, intriguing plot bunnies, and freakish nightmares all wrapped up in a pretty wittle bow of suspense and the unexplained - great elements that have me instantly hooked!!!! What a start; you've GOT to update pronto!!!!

~ice princess

[saeki54]

Uh-oh! Hitomi's in trouble!

[jediwing]

What a plot twist. That is wild! Great writing. I had a clear mental image. Wonderful. Not to mention a tad bit freaky.

[Leia Avenrose]

*gasp* Thank you! And here I thought no one ever bothered with checking the Escaflowne forums anymore... I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[saeki54]

Wait, where's the rest?

[Leia Avenrose]

Hiding!

[saeki54]

Hiding!

Whaddaya mean HIDING??? :evil:

[Leia Avenrose]

SOMEWHERE on my harddrive!~ :evil: And in the back of my head...