Hi everyone! This is my first ever DBZ fanfic, I hope you guys like it, if you do, please follow or even favourite it! This is really just a prologue chapter and a bit of a introduction to what will come. I will post a warning with each chapter, so hope you enjoy. Hope you all have a nice day wherever you are! ^_^ Warning: Warning: story contains BoyxBoy (don't like, then don't read), swearing, scenes of extreme violence and ratings may be turned up at a later time.
Adults always tell their children that their are no such thing as monsters: There's no such thing as the darkness that is under the bed, there's none of the shadows that lurk in the corners of rooms or that pass by your window.
Parents are such good liers. They lie so well that eventually even they come to believe their own truths.
It is quite powerful how self belief can fuel someone. Belief that they are not in a world where they are the most powerful. A world where they are ants beneath people's feet. Humans... they are the smallest of creations. The think that they are supreme? Well there's just one problem with that.
There are people though they would have you believe that they're 'Creatures'.
These Creatures that walk the surface of this world. Belonging not to the light as humans think of themselves and all that they do, but to the darkness. These people are often made into legends or myths by humans, though of course, they are a whole other type of legend. Some are described as the golden warriors of peace. Some are described as the fighters of freedom. But however, the humans don't remember this... except out of their own entertainment for comics or shows. They forgot the danger and those that these heroes fought.
They forgot why they crawled into shelter from the darkness.
This is a story of someone who managed to walk in both worlds of both sides and against all expectations actually survived.
It all began one dark morning.
-A year previously-
"Close your eyes. I know what you see. The darkness is high and you're in ten feet deep."
The rain outside slowly pattered against the coffins as tears fell in line.
"But we've survived more terrible monsters than sleep. And you know I, will be here to tell you to breathe." I looked to the heavens as my own tears mingled with the roses people placed on the obsidian lids. "Tu sei mio soldatino, La ragione per cui vivo."
"You're my little soldier. The reason I live." People whispered shakily as I in turn walked forward and placed my rose down. My voice shaking brokenly as I was forced to sing and carry on the words of those who had taught me. "Non ti scordar di me." My lilly voice rang out like a gently played harp.
"Don't forget me."
Their quiet voices roamed over the graveyard around us, translating my accented siren like voice and music as I watched the rose covered boxes slip slowly into the ground, yet I still had to continue singing even though my heart was breaking with every new word. "Io vegliero su di te."
"I'm watching over you."
I clenched my fists as I watched as others stepped forward throwing a handful of dirt into the graves.
Lightning flashed through the sky with the faint roll of thunder as I sobbed quietly as I could sing no more but couldn't help as I crouched in between both of the holes feeling a strong hand support my shoulder. "I will miss you." I kissed the edges of my fingers and rested them on both markers that stood before me. "I love you mother." I turned to face the other marker, "I love you father."
"Piccolo James" a voice holding my family's accent curled above me. "It's time to go."
"Carry on." I whimpered brokenly as the rain began to punch down on my as the cover of an umbrella pulled back from my face and the droplets managed to hit my peachy skin which stung red under the attack. "I need a bit of time." I managed with a shaky voice.
"But James-"
"GO!" I snarled and watched as the people quickly stepped back away from me fearfully, but still cast me sympathetic glances as they trudged away under the cover of umbrellas while I took on the full torrent of the rainfall by myself.
It was always easier that way. Easier to take on the darkness and the cold by myself.
As the rain fell harder my eyes began to adjust. "Did you always know." I whispered knowing perfectly well that he could hear me.
He didn't budge.
My cold, fake emerald gaze locked on him as the pounding of my heart and down pour began to feel almost painful. I was surprised the contact lenses in my eyes hadn't fallen out to reveal my puffy red and dark eyes. The ones which I would not allow people to see while I felt like I was in this weakened state. The state which I would refuse anyone to comfort me in.
Because if anyone tried to touch me right now.
I'd kill them.
"Is it still really true?" My voice carried a cold and vicious bite to it, though it was hidden by a beautiful tone. I hated that about me. I hated that everyone always said that I was so beautiful, looking at me as though I was some kind of fucking doll! I was lean and under toned built from spending a lot of time running and practising swimming, though I made sure that I didn't allow my body to become all muscle. I had seen enough idiots like that around my high school and had no intention of even resembling them. After all, I was different enough already from any other kid at my school, why not push that fact further.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed loudly with anger.
The figure made a nod of his head and my gaze changed into a boring scorch as I felt heated tears cloud my sight. No. I wouldn't allow him this in front of me.
I never allowed myself this. I had been beaten down and nearly killed. A reason my 'father' had taught me self defence and insisted that I started training more. Always though at home. Always making sure that I trained closely under his careful eye. But then I had met this boy a couple of months ago... this fucking bastard who now had ripped my life apart.
I would rather have had those boys at school kill me; the fucking Drama study geek who did all his plays. I would rather had died that have what this boy do to me. Cause after all-
I knew what he was.
What we were.
We were just freaks. The unwanted. Those who had no real history except that which had been pushed in front of us to make us think that we really fucking belonged here.
No... I didn't belong.
I began to walk back and forth between the two graves for a moment as I glared at each of them. The hunched and crouched state of missery which had become me, simply but a few moments before, was gone just as quickly as I ran a hand through the thick inky locks of black hair on my head which were now sticking down and plastering over my eyes.
I swiped them impatiently away and found my hands trembling with what felt like a burning fire inside of me.
For a few minutes, that's all I could do. Pace and see how my mind was going to be effected by the going thoughts of this situation. Mother and Father dead. I'm alone. This boy destroyed everything which had been my life with two words after he had met me. Now I was stood at the grave of two people... who... two people who...
That's when I stopped pacing.
I picked up a sledgehammer from a near by wall. The perfect tool... Part of me roared out to use my own hands for this. Something inside of me screamed out in approval to the flowing anger which was aching around my hands. Twitching to my finger tips, however still nagging me to drop the hammer and use my own body instead. I'm going fucking crazy. I thought as I stopped and stood perfectly in front of the two graves. "You shouldn't do that." The boy whispered with a lilac voice was his hand rested on my shoulder. Now he was close I could see his black hole eyes. Two deep caverns of darkness which matched the same colour and state as mine. Identical in every aspect of their creation.
My fingers twirled tighter around the handle of the hammer as I glared at him hatefully.
In our suits our builds were obvious in their difference. He was build like a brick wall. Covered in strong muscles from years of endless training and pushing himself to the limits in the wild and strong up bringing in the countryside which he had taken from himself. His own instincts driven him to the wild and tamed nature which presented himself to me.
Yet there was still me.
Half a head smaller from his swiped over black locks and pale lightly tanned skin from spending so much time out and under the sun. While again, my skin was soft and a peachy pink as usual for those around me. My figure was lean and curvy, something like that, (as morons so much liked to remind me.) was that almost of a girls!
Yeah... they only said that till I either I got into a fight with them or gave them a glare which silenced them.
"Think it through." The taller boy said, not really caring, though his eyes were locked on the hammer and how I was glowering at him viciously.
"You don't know me." I growled and watched his curiosity grow deeper. "You don't know them." I shook my head and glanced out the corner of my eyes at the graves. The graves of the people who had cared and looked after me for my entire life and had now left their sixteen year old 'son' alone to face the world... I bet they're relieve now that they haven't got to keep any more secrets. "Besides this isn't for you."
The boy's eyes widened as he took a step back in his suit and I twirled and smashed the grave with a quick burst of anger.
I kept attacking the stones violently with a pent up rage.
My name is James Crudele
My parents are now dead. Killed in a freak explosion while they had been in the streets with me.
They are dead because of me.
I am the reason my parents. The only two people who had ever cared for me. Are now dead in a grave... and yet... I hate them.
Cause at the end of the day. I'm not even really their son.
I slowly turned my head to the boy next to me and threw the hammer to his feet.
So what to say about myself? A drama geek book worm who was the star of the sports swimming club at his high school. I'm Single. I didn't waste my time looking for dates. After all, I didn't have time. Plus, I wouldn't put someone through getting bullied if anyone found out I was dating someone I liked. My school was pretty much a pain in the arse when it came to guys like me. That's why I'm kinda glad...
The school is now nothing but ash and rubble.
I was an average grade student at my last school. Not really spectacular at anything but acting, writing and (secretly) sports. Though I tried to keep my sports and my school life, completely different and as far away from each other as possible.
I loved my mother and father. They were the most caring people I had ever met. I thought my life had been perfect... near perfect anyway. As perfect as I thought it could get at least.
I would come home from school and my mother would ask how the day went. Her hugs were the warmest care. My father would come and ruffle my hair, both reminding me just how much they loved me and how much that I meant to them.
Then in the last week?
They had died, chasing me from my school and street from a strange man who had called me by some strange name said that 'it was time'. I still didn't understand what the hell had that meant?
My parents had chased after me when I had run from him, just as the school had exploded and the streets, obliterated.
I shook my head and came back to the bitter present of the destroyed graves in front of me.
I am Jamie Crudele. The heartless boy who had got his parents killed. All the others insisted other wise, though, their eyes betrayed their feelings of what they thought of the little boy who was his parents murderer. But it was good for them at least because that day had taught me many things: I don't belong among other people. I shouldn't even be alive... and worst of all. Worst than being told that I should be dead.
That I wasn't even really my parent's son.
That had hurt worst than being told that I should be dead.
-Present day (third person)-
Sun light began to course through one of the windows, casting an emerald flow across a double oak bed. The dark wood was deeply varnished with four posters and silk curtains. The lightly painted walls held up posters of bands and Artists, ranging from Lady Gaga to musical theatre like Chicago and classics such as Queen and Stereophonics. But for each poster there were countless lines of shelves holding up countless rows of books. All were carefully bound and placed in their exact place. Around the room were varies of different countries. Some hand scripted from the ancient days of Rome and Greece. Though the inhabitant of the room hardly knew of just how amazing and truly they are and were from the ancient days.
The door began to slightly creak open as a small blonde form began to sneak into the room. As it stepped into the wash of an emerald light, it was soon revealed to be a middle sized blonde cat. Its fur was sleeked back and yet it looked softer than satin as it was elegantly brushed. It let out a small meow as it leapt onto the bed and began to lie down on the quilt. It yawned happily rubbing its head along Jamie's arm and let out a content purr. "Go back to sleep." He sighed and ran his hand gently over the soft fur.
He looked into his cat's small face and he swore that it was rolling his eyes at him… Just as he always did. Why did he have to get stuck with the sarcastic cat? "Okay, okay." He laughed softly as he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through the thick of his dark, bottomless pit, cold hair which had been had been cut short a bit at the sides and now spikes forward at the fronts. His skin was lightly tanned which made his eyes all the more entirely stranger and yet, they were what people seemed to most love about him… well… most people.
The boy slowly stood up and got out of bed and stretched his aching muscles.
open the windows as the fresh breeze washed over him. The long emerald curtains were tied back as the boy stepped onto the cold marble balcony. Beneath him were the long winding canals which moved through the large quantity of the city. "You know... anyone else would have got rid of you a long time ago." He chuckled and watched the Cat raise and eyebrow at him.
The cat meowed and rubbed it's head against his hand, making Jamie chuckle softly. "Nearly over a year now." He whispered softly and the cat came to a rest, pawing at his chest for attention till he picked it up. His fingers traced the patterns of fur. He had become more closer to animals later for some reason. One which he found he couldn't explain. "Nearly a year since they found me... and running ever since."
"Meow." The cat nodded in agreement till Jamie tapped it's nose.
"Okay Wolfram." Jamie shook his head, "Don't get all know it all on me." He chuckled.
But his statement still rung around his head.
One year since the boy had appeared in his life claiming to be his brother.
One year since that strange man had appeared at the school.
One year since his parents had been murdered.
Jamie let out a built in sigh.
"Come on, we better go. You know how Gohan acts whenever we're late." He chuckled softly. He closed the windows but lingered as for a moment he thought he saw a shadow linger on the beach.
Jamie squinted his eyes for a second and shook his head as he blinked and saw that there was no one there.
"MEOW!" The cat in his arms brought his attention back once again from the strange distraction.
"Okay, okay! Geez, I don't know which one of us is more excited to see Gohan." Jamie chuckled as a faint blush tainted his cheeks. "You can keep your tiny claws and paws off him." He just simply laughed again as his cat Wolfram just reached out his paws to dab at his owners finger, before giving him large and adorable eyes. "No cute eyes will ever work." Jamie whispered, putting the cat down.
But even he didn't recognise the importance of the timing since he had met his new best friend at his brand new college.
It had been one year since he had made friends with Gohan.
The only boy in their school, who knew the secret that Jamie didn't even know himself.
The secret that Jamie and Gohan had a lot more in common than anyone else on this school... a lot more in common than anyone else on this planet.