AN: Haha, thought I'd start another fic, "Nobody Said It Was Easy" is quite depressing, ne? Well I'm gonna keep that story, fluff is going to come, eh? Well, here's another one of my insane fluff stories! Hope you like it! Please review! Van and Hitomi are best friends since babyhood =P And I'm doing review replies in this fic! Yay!

"Turn it off," Hitomi groaned into her pillow as her best friend bounced around her room belting out some crazy song.

"Don't stop baby! Your mystic eyes seems to burn in your innocent smiling face, breaking down...." he sang, and Hitomi flopped her pillow over her head, his warbling not muffled at all.

"Van, I'm trying to sleep," she muttered, and with a lop sided grin Van crawled underneath Hitomi's covers, and faced her.

"Wake up! Grab a brush and put a little make up! Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup! Why'd you leave the keys up on the table--" Van started to squawk over the pop song, and Hitomi smothered his face with her hand as she gently shut her eyes again and fell back "asleep". Grinning devilishly, Van pretended to yawn.

"Well, I guess I'll make breakfast then, Princess," he smirked, and Hitomi bolted up, half because Van planned to cook, half because he used that idiotic nickname he enjoyed so much.

"NOO!!!!!!!!" she yelled, and Van began to saunter towards the kitchen. With what sounded like a war cry, Hitomi stumbled over the tangle of her duvet and as she tripped over her rug she tackled Van, bringing him crashing down to the floor. "YOU ARE -NOT- MAKING BREAKFAST!" Hitomi said, her voice rather hysterical and alarmed. She had reason to be alarmed, the huge gray clouds of smoke and splatters of oil, not to mention the several lumps of black were enough to make any one steer Van Fanel away from the kitchen. That boy could probably burn water.

"Awake, are we?" he laughed, and Hitomi scowled.

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, stomping over to the kitchen, and Van made her way over to Hitomi's bed.

"Wake me up when breakfast is done," he called as he snuggled underneath Hitomi's blanket, falling back to sleep, his raven black hair in disarray.

***

"Van, get out of my bed," Hitomi commanded, as Van snored underneath her comforter. "Van," she tried again, "If you don't get up I'm never letting you sleep over again". No response. Sighing, Hitomi bent down and put her hands around her mouth in the form of a megaphone. "WAKE UP!" she screamed, and Van bolted up, his forehead hitting Hitomi's nose.

"Wha?" he cried, looking around him, then at Hitomi who was clutching her nose. "How'd you get a nose bleed?" Van asked, cocking his head innocently at her. Hitomi only scowled and stormed into the bath room.

Grinning obnoxiously, Van stretched out his arm and doggedly followed Hitomi into the bathroom and squeezed her to death from behind.

"Van," Hitomi choked, "Can't.... Breathe...."

"Sorry, did you say something?" Van smiled, slowly using his arms to bounce Hitomi slightly, swinging her side ways occasionally, as she pinched her nose with a tissue.

"VAN!" Hitomi yelled as Van began to toss Hitomi's light frame in the air slightly, obviously amused as her legs flailed slightly. With a slight growl Hitomi shoved the bloody tissue in Van's face, causing him to yelp and drop her in an instant.

"Haha, sorry got carried away," he grinned sheepishly, and Hitomi tried to smother down a grin.

"Hitomi, is Van awake?" came Hitomi's mother's voice from down the stairs.

"Yes," they chorused, and Van grinned, bolting down the stairs with Hitomi's bloodied tissue.

"Mrs. Kanzaki!" Van called out, and Hitomi chased after him dangerously after catching the devilish glint in his eyes. "Hitomi punched me in the nose," he whimpered, holding the tissue near his nose, but to Mrs. Kanzaki it appeared to be on his nose.

"I did not! He bolted up and knocked ME in the face!" Hitomi cried, and Van smirked at her.

"Hitomi, I thought I told you no more violence," her mother scolded, and Hitomi scowled at Van who was whistling innocently. Growling, Hitomi muttered something, and her mother continued. "Especially to Van, he is your only friend from since you were a baby", and Van nodded obnoxiously.

"Yeah, yeah," Hitomi scowled, and shot Van a warning glare.

It was true, however, that Hitomi was rather violent to Van. She remembered when they were tots and she'd force him to sit still and she painted his hair red using tempera paint. The sight of a tiny Van with red flaky hair, half plastered to his head still brought tears of mirth to her eyes. Then the other time she had had a karaoke birthday party and forced him to sing with her other friend Dilandau "We Like To Party" by the Venga Boys. The scary thing was, at the end he and Dilandau were rather enthusiastic, partially because they had over dosed on sour gummy worms. Then when everyone was gone and she and Van were left to tidy up, he had drunk half the bowl of punch that Dilandau had "accidentally" spiked and began to squawk out the Clash's "Should I stay or Should I go".

"Darling you've got to let me know," Van slurred as he pinned Hitomi against the wall, "Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are miiine.... I'll be here till the end of time," he sang, his eyes glazed slightly.
"Er, how about you go?" Hitomi suggested, trying to pick her way past Van. He had then slung his head forward and gently kissed her, then he had crashed to the ground, unconscious.

"Come on, let's eat breakfast," Hitomi muttered, a faint blush on her features.

***

"Hey now, hey now, hear what I say now, happiness is just around the corner! Hey now, hey now, hear what I say now, we'll be there for you. The Venga bus is coming, and every body's jumping..." Van sang, bounding down the hallways, as several girls smiled at him. Hitomi shook her head, and knew the only reason Van ever sang the Venga Boys was to annoy her, and at the same time occasionally cheering her up. It brought back memories of simpler, happier times.

"Hello, Princess," Van grinned, squeezing Hitomi to death and flinging her around, accidentally letting her go causing her to crash into the an open locker door. "Whoops," Van chortled heartily, not noticing Hitomi grab her science text book and fling it as his head.

***

"Van, you look like a moron," Hitomi commented lazily as Van stumbled around the room, balancing a peacock feather on his nose. "How on earth do you do that anyways?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"You just look at the eye of the feather," Van mumbled, his concentration completely on the wispy peacock feather.

"Where'd you learn that?" she inquired, turning the glossy page of her magazine.

"When I was little my cousin had a circus birthday party, and they taught us," Van shrugged slightly, and Hitomi shook her head, smiling.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, shutting her magazine and swinging her legs over the side of her bed.

"We could do this all day," Van suggested with a grin, causing the feather to fall gracefully off his nose. "Oh, shucks," he grinned, and Hitomi laughed lightly.

"This is why people think you're homosexual," Hitomi teased, and Van threw her an indignant look.

"We could stand on the side walk singing the Bee Gees and raise money for the homeless?" Van suggested, smiling boyishly.

***

"I can't believe you made me do this," Hitomi glowered at Van as they stood on the side walk down town. Van had taken his karaoke CD with him and had begun to blare the Bee Gees "Tragedy" on the street, and the sad thing was he had already managed to raise $45. Hitomi had eventually sat down beside the dancing and singing Van and had held the jar, glowering slightly as her best friend warbled on.

"Tragedy, when the feeling's gone and you can't go on, it's tragedy! When the morning cries and you don't know why, it's hard to bear with no one to love you you're goin' nowhere," he squawked, doing an odd shuffling dance step to the side and doing a rather odd motion with his head.

Another couple of dollars in the jar, and Van changed songs merrily.

"How deep is your love, how deep is your love? I really need to learn, cause we're living in a world of fools! Breaking us down," Van continued, waving his arms in a Hawaiian fashion. Some girls giggled, winking at Van, and bent down exposing their cleavage to him as they dropped some change into the glass jar, oblivious to Hitomi. Van continued wailing along the music, and Hitomi couldn't help but smile as he winked at her with his reddish brown eyes, a few strands of his raven black hair shading his face. To be honest, she thought the only reason they even got money was because of his looks. Hitomi's lips curled slightly as she made a mental note to tease Van about whoring his body for money.

"You know you shouldn't be doing this," came a stern voice, and Hitomi broke out of her reverie to see a pair of cerulean blue eyes look down at her, then flick over to Van.

"Huh?" Van asked mid sway. The blue eyed blonde took a step towards the boom box that Van had brought along and pressed the stop button firmly.

"What's the big idea?" Van exclaimed, his eyes flickering.

"You're causing a public disturbance," the boy replied carefully.

"We're raising money for the homeless," Van replied indignantly, and the boy adjusted his glasses slightly.

"Still, you should have a street permit. I'm sure many people are very angry," the boy continued, his long blonde hair slightly frizzy.

"We've raised over $50," Van pointed out, "If people were angry I don't think they'd pay us". The boy sniffled primly, and repeated his statement. Glowering, Van picked up his boom box and shot the boy daggers.

"Come on Hitomi, it's getting late anyways," Van grumbled, and he turned to find Hitomi staring dreamily at the boy. "Hitomi?" Van repeated, while Hitomi's pink lips parted slightly.

"Oh, right," she stuttered, getting up hastily with the glass jar. "See you," she smiled warmly at the boy, "What's your name by the way?"

"Allen Schezar," the boy replied, and taking out a pen from his pocket protector he wrote his name neatly on his palm and showed it to Hitomi, "Schezar is an Asturian name," he began, "And Allen, which means noble and--"

"Ugh, come on," Van interrupted, dragging Hitomi away.

"My name's Hitomi Kanzaki!" Hitomi called out as Van tugged on the hem of her shirt towards the bus station. The boy gave her a curt nod as he readjusted his glasses, and walked away.

AN: A bit short, I know, but I want to see if you guys think I should continue or not, and if you like the idea... Please review! Thanks! ^______^