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Author's Notes: This is the companion fic that follows my fic 'Near You'. If you haven't read it yet I recommend you do so that you will understand the events that are mentioned here in. This is Trunks's pov. I was originally considering making this a lemon but I chickened out. -_-'
To those people who are plotting my demise because I am taking so long with the next chapter of 'Tomorrow Never Knows', don't worry I'm working on it. The characters and I are just not totally agreeing yet on how it should go.
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Warnings: Shounen-ai
Shadows
By: Raidne the Silent Siren
It's been a week. A week since the monster that killed my father and my best friend kissed me. I don't think I've slept since then.
Running a hand through my lavender tresses I sit down on the edge of my bed. I know my mom has noticed I've been acting weird lately. There's no way though that she knows why I'm acting this way. I doubt she would believe me if I actually told her. Not that I ever would. I don't even want to think of the reaction it would bring if she did believe me.
'Trunks that is it! You are not going out to face those mechanical demons again!' I hate making Mom worry but if-no when the androids attack I can't just sit back and watch. It's not in me. Besides I feel like I've disappointed Gohan enough without just letting them win. I still haven't avenged his death and people are still dying.
I wish Gohan were here now. I need someone to talk to about this and there is no way that I could ever tell Mom. I'm not even sure I could tell Gohan, but at least I could ask him questions to figure out what to do. I love my mom. I really do, but she has the subtlety of a steamroller sometimes. If she even suspected I wasn't telling her everything it wouldn't be long until she had every detail out of me. But Gohan isn't here and I have to figure this out on my own. Kami help me.
I still can't understand why he did it. I mean, he's Juunana-gou. He feels nothing for no one. So why, the hell, would he kiss me?! The most likely answer is that all of this is part of some sadistic, perverted game of his. It would be just like him to pull something like that. Unfortunately for my sanity I'm having trouble believing that. Whenever I even consider it as a possibility I flash onto the expression on his face when his fingers stroked my cheek. It was completely lacking of its characteristic smirk for once.
To make matters worse the few times I've managed to doze off the memory comes back complete with full sensory and surround sound realism. The only difference from the dream and the reality is that in the dream, I kiss back. Whenever I realize that, the shock of the moment sends me shooting straight up in bed wide awake. I'll sit straight up in bed afterwards panting, Kami I hope I'm panting from fear otherwise I'll never forgive myself, trying to convince myself that it was just a dream. I'd pull my knees up and lean my sweat-cooled forehead against them while staring out my window fully convinced that he is out there waiting in the shadows. For some reason I can't shake the feeling that he is out there watching me and laughing his ass off as I tear myself up over one stupid incident in time. Bastard.
I hate him for what he's done and for the way he's making me feel. It is unbelievably unfair. Things like this are not supposed to happen. After all he's done, all those horrible things, the one action he does that comes the closest to forcing me into a nervous breakdown is one of the smallest and seemingly less threatening of them.
I hate him.
The End
