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Warning: yaoi (male/male relationship), major angst ... that's all for now ;)

AN: Since English isn't my native language I'll probably make lots of grammar and vocabulary mistakes. Please forgive me ; I would really appreciate it if someone would be willing to Beta-read.

I've decided to revise this story before continuing it since there are lots of scenes that were written badly and rushed to get on with the story. Many things that should have been explained a bit more and some that should have been left out.

Soul's tune

I lean my head against his shoulder, needing to feel his skin, his touch, his warmth. His body fits perfectly against mine and I can't resist to snuggle closer, to taste more of his fragnance, to taste more of his poison.

He turns his head to the sky and smiles slightly. For a moment I can't do anything but watch him from half-open eyes. Watch the sun reflecting in his eyes, the wind softly flowing through his hair.

If he'd look my way now I'm afraid he would be appalled to see the blatant longing in my glance, a yearning apparent for anyone who'd dare to look closer.

What I'd give to make him mine, to taint his lips with my venomous touch. To pull him into my disturbed reality. To end this damned friendship and let it blossom into love.

„The wind feels nice after a workout, doesn't it?" he murmurs.

My heart screams and my mind breaks. This yearning is killing me. Has been destroying me for years of hiding behind the carefully placed mask of friendship.

He tilts his head a little and his amused gaze meets mine. Belately I realize that I must have been staring at him.

„Busy thinking, Chibi?" he asks, his shoulders shaking slightly in laughter when my eyes widen.

„Y-Yeah!" I hurry to finally answer. „It really feels comforting." Your touch, your laughter. Not the wind.

Desire burns like fire, flickering flames consuming me from inside out. Leaving a dizzy feeling and heat and – ashes – ashes – ashes. My chest constricts painfully with every breath I inhale, with every beat of my heart, with every whisper from his mouth, with every soothing touch he unconsciously offers.

I raise my hand to lightly touch his cheek. He looks surprised for a second, then his smile warms his face again. So naive, so innocent, so intoxicating. Not yet fully comprehending the emotions mirroring in my eyes.

Don't do it, Goten. Don't make it harder for the both of us.

He looks down at me helplessly and moves his hand around my shoulder in a friendly gesture. When he slowly lifts his fingers to stroke my hair I know that I can't stay away any longer. That I've ignored my soul's craving for far too long. That I'm too far gone to stop now.

Don't undo everything you've built up so carefully with one single rash decision.

I pull back slightly and sit up, watching his confused expression. His hand falls back down on my shoulder when I fully face him. He doesn't remove it though and I guess that's a good sign, isn't it?

„You're so beautiful," I whisper, cupping his face with both of my hands.

His eyes darken when I draw nearer, his breathing slightly uneven. His fingers are grasping at my clothing. I can see the glint in his striking blue eyes. It's lust.

„G-... Goten..."

His husky voice is melody in my ears, a caress itself. The way he breathes my name makes me want to touch him all the more. To just throw him down and take him. Make him mine and make me his.

Don't rush it. Don't lose it all.

My hands touch his cheeks gently, pulling him down to me. He closes his eyes in anticipation, exhaling with difficulty.

Then my lips taste his in a chaste kiss. Innocent and overwhelming. He tastes of honey and sweat, he tastes of life.

He is still frozen in place, not stirring aside from the obvious heaving of his chest.

Tentatively I try moving my lips against his, try to convince him to open up to me. And after a few agonizing seconds he finally responds. He slowly opens his mouth, unsure and hesistant.

When I cuddle closer our kiss breaks and he opens his lids again. For a moment we aren't able to do anything but stare into each other's eyes.

He blinks – and then something in him snaps.

I knit my eyebrows and look at him, wondering what got him upset. But when I gaze his skin with my fingertips he pushes me away roughly.

Astonished by his reaction I fail to stop the impact, my body crashes against the ground and my head thuds with a soft sound.

Was it really worth one moment of bliss?

It doesn't hurt. I turn my head to look up at him, his frosty glare watching my every movement. And for a moment I forget how to feel. There is no pain, just emptiness.

Blankness.

Nothing.

„Faggot," he spits.

And suddenly the emotions come crashing down. The pain, the horror, the desperation. So this is how it feels to see your world collapse. It's an absurd and tantalizing feeling. Especially when you know that noone but yourself is to blame.

Was losing your best friend really worth one moment of bliss?

There is nothing I can do to change the situation anymore, I realize. The wounds have been inflicted, the damage was done. No „Hey, sorry, Trunks, it was just a joke" could restore this fragile friendship.

I lean my head back down on the ground and wait for him to continue, my heart filling with dread.

Don't say anything. I know it already.

Don't break me more than you already have.

„Don't ever come near me again. Don't ever touch me again. You disgust me."

He stays for another moment, glaring down at me. Then he turns around and leaves.

Leaves me.

Leaves us. What could have been us.

My body begins to tremble and I try to push my shaking limbs up.

I want to get away, his smell is still lingering in the air and my pride won't stand to let me break down here.

At least the tiny bit of what is left of my pride.

You destroyed this friendship, a harsh voice whispers in my head. Best friend wasn't sufficient enough for you. You wanted more. And then again: You destroyed this friendship. Noone is to blame but you.

My body disobeys, my shivering hand slips and I fall back down onto the grass.

Then finally the tears come. I wipe them away furiously, angry at myself. I shouldn't wallow in self-pity but rather think about a solution. How is it possible to fix the broken trust our friendship endured? How can I undo the damage I've voluntary done?

I have offered him everything.

I can't understand why he turned me down, I saw the lust in his eyes, I saw emotions in his eyes. Is he afraid? Am I not worthy enough for him?

Oh Dende, I ruined everything.

I've ruined our friendship.

I have to talk to him. Maybe he will believe me if I tell him it was just a bet. Maybe we can rebuild our friendship from a frangible lie. Maybe it's not too late yet to persuade him that I had not been serious.

Get up, Goten, get up! If you run after him now he might still believe you. Don't wait any longer. Every minute that passes will convince him of your guilt.

Not yet!

A hollow scream, a silent plea.

How will you face him now? Full of tears and a hoarse voice? With a heart broken to pieces and a world upside down? Can you even look into his eyes truthfully anymore?

Tomorrow then, at school. Tomorrow I will talk to him. He will understand. We will remain best friends. Tomorrow, surely.

I stand up slowly, my limbs still shaking. Breathe, Goten, breathe. You haven't lost it all yet. There will certainly be a way to repair your friendship.

... but not to undo the damage, the voice inside my head says mercilessly.

You have offered him everything. And he rejected every bit of it.

And that was the worst truth of it all.