Fanfiction by irina orange
Rating / Classement [+18]
Ten years after her travel on Gaea, Hitomi is an ordinary student. But, one day, an amazing meeting will bring back the past she had kept deep inside her. Indeed, going to the library of the university in order to return some books, the young woman will meet a man who looks like Folken!
But the surprises don't stop there: through him, Hitomi will encounter Meinmet, an eccentric old man who said be coming from Gaea. Wishing to return to his homeworld to end his days quietly, the strange person will seek the help of a young woman...
First published in French on September 29th 2011 on FFFR
An improbable meeting
Disclaimer : The universe of The Vision Of Escaflowne belongs to Shoji Kawamori and the studio Sunrise, I'm just borrowing it for this story.
Except for a few characters and places that I created for the occasion.
Since the human imagination is limitless and Gaea is the result of their dreams, then, in this world, nothing is impossible ...
"The red is beautiful, but … no! To tell the truth, I have to be realistic, the red is too gaudy … Hmm, I think I'll have to resign myself to something pastel ... Maybe this one, the green with embroideries of pink and purple flowers, can be appropriate, because with, it's no!
Isn't it, Hitomi?"
The young red-haired woman got angry in front of mirrors.
Still no answer …
This time, she turned and struck the garment on the knees of her asleep friend.
"Hitomi, wake up!"
Surprised, Hitomi awoke with a start. She was sitting on an armchair surrounded by kimonos thrown to the ground. Front of her, her friend Yukari, hands on hips, looking annoyed.
"So, it is helpful to bring a friend to choose her wedding dress… How long time are you sleeping?"
"Er … I don't know …"
"Mmm … Okay, now that you're awake, tell me what you think of it!"
Ceasing to grumble, Yukari donned the famous green kimono and pretended to close it before admire her in the mirror screen.
And it was three hours that the unusual show had started. After all this time hearing her best friend comment and re-comment one by one all the kimonos of the shop, it was hard to stay awake ...
That's why, Hitomi, despite herself, had dozed off, due to the comfort of his armchair.
"Er, what, this one, the green? Yes, it's looking pretty …" She acquiesced, still a bit drowsy.
"Pretty or beautiful?"
"Clearly, it's beautiful! And as you do not want white, it should be okay ... A good compromise …"
Apparently satisfied with the answer, Yukari carelessly dropped the kimono on a seat while the saleswomen picked up the mess left by the endless dress fitting.
Then, she slumped into an armchair and sighed looking at the ceiling. Then, she slumped into an armchair and sighed looking at the ceiling. In this shop dedicated to traditional clothes of ceremony, one of the most chic of Tokyo, she didn't feel at ease.
Indeed, her flaming hair, tied into a chignon messy and overflowing of fanciful accessories, contrasted with the sober and classy ambient of the store.
Concerning her attitude … It was also seriously different from those, quiet and calm, of the employees, that was putting it mildly!
"Hitomi … It seems to be unexpected, but I'm fed up!" Yukari admitted, slouching more herself, with arms dangling.
"Really?" Her friend said, surprised, turning her head towards her.
"Yes, all that, it exasperates me. Susumu's father want him finished his international management before your weeding. I love him since ten years and I have waiting all those years … But, now, the moment I'm looking for is imminent, and …"
"I don't know, I'm not sure now. Careful! I'm still in love with Susumu, but …"
"But?" Hitomi asked calmly standing up.
Yukari sighed. Then, putting up with her arms, she sat decently. A few minutes, she raised her head before starting to fix the floor with a sad look.
"I suppose I'm not really happy when I think to my futur. The Amano form a traditional family. Although all of them traveled around the world, they scrupulously respect the Japanese traditions. Susumu's grandmother is British, but when I see her, there are only her not slanting eyes that betray her origin."
"And, of course, you are in contrast with them, isn't it?"
"That! Yukari said with a smile. Do you remind when I told you about the first time I met Susumu's Family?"
"Yes, they all looked fixedly at your flaming hair."
"Indeed, looking like the grandmother, two or three of them have light brown hair naturally, my hair color traumatized them!"
"In the same time, Yukari, red is not a naturel hair shade! Hitomi noticed, amused.
"Of course, but it was as they had seen a dragon show up in their home! Anyway, you said that when I had my brown hair with tints of pink … While you're ashy blond, very Japanese too..."
"I remind you of it's my natural color! It's coming from my great-grandmother in mother side family…"
"Who was Russian … And who has encountered the great-grandfather when he was went to Sakhalin in order to buy fish for his restaurant because this side of your family was coming from Hokkaido…"
"My word! You know my family better than me! Hitomi noticed with a sarcastic intonation between two yawn.
"Stop messing about, I think that this green kimono will be nice! Come on, I really need to stretch my legs!
And now, Yukari stent up and picked up her things before talked to a one of the saleswomen, still traumatized by this unusual afternoon.
"Finally, I think I will choose the light green. I will be back soon to try it again, okay? I still have a little time before I get married!
"Yes, Miss! The woman answered politely with a tense tone, visibly terrified to the idea of seeing again the tornado rain her shop.
Using a mirror, the young woman adjusted her accessories in her red hair. She straighten the petticoat of her colored dress, and then, make her way to the exit tin order to pull her pumps, colorful as all her outfit.
Hitomi, for her part, raised and took her sac, which she spilled down. Some books fell to the ground. She hastened to recover those while her friend laughed quietly of her clumsiness.
The saleswomen greeted them, opened the door, and looked them leave, visibly relieved. Now, it remained for them to re-arrange the store!
To be continued ...