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YAOI! BOYXBOY LOVE

WHEN YOU COME BACK TO ME AGAIN

"Gohan! No!!" the blur of lavendar hair appeared next to the prone figure lying on the muddy ground, the rain pelting heavily from the skies above. Pain filled cerulean were flooded with tears, streaking the pale cheeks. The prince knelt beside the stationary man, taking one of the still-warm hands in his own, Trunks Briefs let his only love go into the next demension. Trunks cradled Gohan's head in his lap, caressing the waning life of the cheek. As Trunks said goodbye, he could hear the jinzuningen laughing.

Anger filled his veins, burying the sorrow. His hair flashed golden, eyes turned aquamarine. He yelled, all his emotions in that one vocal noise. He was finally a Super Saiyajin, a goal his mentor, friend, and lover had trained him to be. Trunks hardened expression softened as he glanced at his love one last time before launching onto the jinzuningen

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Trunks shot up in the bed at Capsule Corporation, sweat glistening on his half nude form. (an: drool) He wiped the beads on his forehead. The memory pervaded his mind at nights. The day Gohan died. Trunks sighed deeply, running a hand through the silken strands. It had been five years. Trunks folded his arms in front of his chest, shivering as his boxer clad figure met the chill night air wafting through the open window at the end of the hall. Not bothering with closing it, Trunks descended the stair case towards the kitchen. Trunks gnawed on his lower lip, trying not to remember that day...or the days when he was with Gohan.

He squeezed shut his eyes, refusing the tears that threatened to drop. The next thing Trunks knew, he was flat on his butt. Glancing up, he saw the Gohan from the present timeline. The evergreen eyes were glinted with an innocence that rivaled his father's, the waywards locks of platinum hair stood in the Super Saiyajin form. The body, much too mature for his eleven year old age, was perfection defined. Trunks' heart ached.

Gohan giggled, holding his hand out for Trunks. "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep."

"Hai...."

Gohan frowned. "Trunks-chan, no wonder you can't sleep. Your barely clothed!" The demi-Saiyajin pointed at the skimpy boxers. "Didn't you get cold?"

Trunks shook his head. "Its nothing different from when me and Gohan-san would stay in the woods at nights without any-" Trunks shut his mouth. Why did he tell him that?! Trunks face showed it all and he flushed bright crimson. He ~couldn't~ tell Gohan! Trunks damned Gohan's curiousity that he inherited from his father.

Gohan titled his head to the side, large eyes blinking. "What is Trunks- chan?"

"Nothing Gohan. Don't worry about it." Trunks pulled a kettle from a cabinent, filling it with water and setting it on the stove. "Want some cocoa?" Trunks asked, already pouring two mugs full of the brown powder.

"Of course, its my-"

"Your favorite. I shouldn't have asked." Trunks clutched the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white under the strain. Damnit. Everytime he even ~glanced~ at Gohan, he was seeing the future version. It was a torment, to spend ones waking time being around the person who reminded one of what one had lost. Trunks reasoned, yes they were different, but still the same. Trunks nearly jumped back a few feet whent he kettle whistled, signaling the water had boiled sufficiently. He poured the contents into the mugs, smiling softly at the boy.

Gohan grinned happily. He liked being so close to the older boy, it made him feel...warm inside. He wasn't ~exactly~ positive why he was reacting that way to Trunks. Gohan shrugged, it didn't matter. Instead, he took a sip of his drink. His eyes lit with fervent joy. "Did you make this Trunks- chan?"

Trunks blushed a light tint of pink. "Hai...I did. I have a soft spot for it. Go..Gohan-san introduced me to it. I was pretty shocked. Cocoa and the alot of other goods were scarce. Gohan-san said he went everywhere looking for it, so I could have it as a gift for our lov-friendship," Trunks quickly caught himself but not before the memory brought tears that stung at his eyes. He hastily averted his attention from Gohan.

The boy frowned. This was...awkward. He wasn't used to comforting others, especially other boys. Gohan wrapped his arms around Trunks, cocoa forgotten. It felt nice...holding the prince. It wasn't all that bad either. Gohan purred against Trunks back. Trunks tensed. This wasn't right. Gohan was a boy! Trunks blinked. Wasn't it reversed when it was concerning his Gohan? He was the younger....and now Gohan was.

Trunks, although needing the affection, pried Gohan's hands from his body. "I'm tired Gohan. Thanks for staying up here with me. Goodnight," Trunks leaned down and kissed Gohan's lips before retiring back to his room.

Gohan's fingers went to touch his lips, cheeks turning a crimson shade. Trunks had just kissed him. What did ~that~ mean? Gohan shut the lights off in the kitchen, heading for his own room which just so happened to be next to the other demi. Gohan knew that Trunks yearned for companionship and by Kami, he was going to be the one to give it to him. Besides, they all needed friends.

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lalalalalalala! ^_^ Um...I need to quit writing. Lol. ANOTHER NEW ONE! :growls:

Ahh. Chibi Gohan...wants to be friends! ;_; hah.....it gets complicated.



When You Come Back To Me Again Written by: - Jenny Yates - Garth Brooks ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- ORIGINALLY ON

There's a ship out, on the ocean

At the mercy of the sea

It's been tossed about, lost and broken

Wandering aimlessly

And God somehow you know that ship is me

'Cause there's a lighthouse, in the harbor

Shining faithfully

Pouring its light out, across the water

For this sinking soul to see

That someone out there still believes in me

On a prayer, in a song

I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on

Raining down, against the wind

I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end

When you come back to me again

There's a moment we all come to

In our own time and our own space

Where all that we've done, we can undo

If our heart's in the right place

On a prayer, in a song

I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on

Raining down, against the wind

I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end

When you come back to me again

And again I see my yesterday's in front of me

Unfolding like a mystery

You're changing all that is and used to be

On a prayer, in a song

I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on

Raining down, against the wind

I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end

When you come back to me again

When you come back to me again