Prologue: That Sad Look in His Eyes

I hear footsteps at the door. Our homeroom teacher AKA the old man is in front of the class rambling on about some weird crap.

I don't understand this, how is anyone supposed to?

"The square root of 4 is…" I block this sound out. I'd rather look at the pretty ladies and train.

What the hell is square root anyway? I'm betting it has something to do with squares of some sort but, why must I learn this? Considering all of this is so useless and pointless; I might as well quit school and find a job or something.

The footsteps get louder.

The Old man keeps reading but, he stops as we all hear a knock on the door. It could the principle or some a student losing their way to class.

Opening the door he announces letting a person in, "This is, Gohan students."

I try not to stifle a laugh, another geek? Oh, goodness what is the world coming to? A bunch full of smart people, who can only use there brains.

Sadly I envy them but, is it the other way around for geeks too? Do they envy me for being a fighter? Do they long to be one too, just like I want to be smart?

Interrupted from my thoughts the teacher drones on to the class about a new student, "He got perfect scores on the entrance exams."

Great… just what I need another genius to compete with.

I stare at the student with curiosity; he seems to be blushing from the comment. He seems different somehow; modest but, there is something about him. It's not the clothes or his weird hair; it's got something to do with him…

And a memory of last night still is relived in mind. I don't think it was just a dream, at least, I don't it is…

You don't really know anything do you, human?

"No, I don't know anything." I wish to be away from here. Those teal eyes are so scary, as they stare at me.

You better hope you get out of here soon.

"Why? What is so different about you?" I back away from the figure, I don't know who they are but, all I know it that they're dangerous and I want to be anywhere but, here. But where is here?

If you don't leave this place, what you will know, will never leave your mind.

"Why? Why will it never leave my mind?" All these things I'm unaware of, I wish I knew but, this voice sounds strangely alone.

Because my life has forever scarred me. You'll never want to find out what has happened to me.

"Why are you always so secretive?" I question them. I wish I could hold this against them but, I have this big feeling that I will pay for it I can't.

Because you will find out and you can't, you mustn't. What you may think is inhuman all goes back to me and my history.

"You're not that old!" They look like a child, for goodness sake. Also their squeaky voice and height is a dead give away.

Mentally I am. I am so tired but, I still keep fighting. I really just want peace.

"Why won't you show me?" I just want to know. That must be why I am here but, the question I can't even answer myself is why I haven't ran away. I'm not even sure if they're human.

Because my other half opposes revealing anything to a weakling! They don't like to say anything – they haven't admitted or acted upon any emotions they have felt for many years, because of their guilt.

"Why?" I keep asking this same question to everything they say. I feel for them having to answer everything I ask but, I also feel for me, I don't even know why I am here and I want answers.

They blame me, from a mistake. And they choose to pretend I'm not their. They lock me in here inside a scary cage, they let me stay here… all alone.

"What will happen if they let you out?" I ask in curiosity.

I will fully awaken.

"Aren't you awake right now?" He isn't asleep is he? Than again I feel awake when I know –

I'm stuck inside their head, locked away from regret. They knew that no-one wanted to lock me away. No-one knows –maybe a few know but, they don't have the power to change it. And they, the person who made me stuck here, only did it out of fear.

"Who are you?" I need to know. This has been happening for awhile, they appear in front of me and all I do is want answers from the continuous questions I ask.

I won't say but, get out of here soon.

"Or what?" I wonder.

Or you'll see my life, flash before you eyes. My horrible life – no-one should ever have to see it.

"Sharpener!" Erasa yells, making me fall off my chair.

I can't believe it. I zoned out what happened again, all because of the weird dreams I have been having at night.

This keeps happening, I wish it would end and I would finally know the answer.

"You okay?" She asks in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered a dream." I say. I always seemed to forget everyday the dreams I have but, this one… why did I remember, what I forgot? I don't understand.

"Was it a good dream?" Erasa grins at me holding out her hand.

"No, it was great to remember." I mumble grabbing hold of her hand and sitting back in my chair.

As I stare at the whiteboard at the front of the class to see what I missed, it appears I've spaced out of half a lesson. I'm not even sure if I will pass my senior if I keep this up as well as my image a school.

It sucks; I probably can't pull off both.

"So Videl, do you like this school." I hear a boy ask, my girl. My girl! The girl I've tried to get to go out with me for years but, had rejected me for not believing I am 'cool' enough.

"Well, not so much when I have to go out crime fighting," I turn to her making a conversation with that nerd boy, "don't get me wrong I love fighting but, I guess it would also be great if I could actually be in class like a normal student for a change but, what can I do? I want help the police." She seems to speak passionately to him. This keeps rubbing me the wrong way, "you see if you have power to help people in anyway, I think people should do that, but crooks don't know any better. If they knew to use their powers for good instead of evil but, I guess it would be much easier to get an education."

"Why would you want an education? When you can fight like that?" Some boy in the class overhears the conversation.

"Because I actually want to learn and be smart," Videl gives the boy attitude. Turning around she pays attention to the teacher.

I move my eyes to look over to nerd boy. I see him flinch at the conversation between the boy and Videl. I don't get it though…

Isn't he mister perfect student? Doesn't he want to become one of the smartest people in the world?

I pay closer attention to him. He is sitting awkwardly. He seems out of place, like he doesn't want to be here. I don't understand it, he is smart but, why wouldn't he want to be here? Unless he is not who he appears to be…

He is staring around the classroom but, I don't get it. He seems different. He doesn't seem to come across as a full-ledged nerd. Another memory comes back into my mind…

All you will know is that by looking at me is –

"You have sad look your eyes." I announce to myself quietly.

Exactly human

"I've never seen someone look so sad." I comment.

You probably won't see anyone with a sad look in their eyes.

"Why not?" I ask in puzzlement.

Because it can be hidden well, I choose not to hide it from you human.

I wonder, "Am I different or something?"

You're the first to come into this place.

"Into your mind?" I question them.

Yes, but you should go away! Before the other part of my mind realises something!

"Excuse me! Sharpener! You're stepping on my foot!" Videl starts yelling at me. I wish all the dreams were forgotten because they continually confuse me and take me away from the real world.

"Sorry," I move my foot, "I didn't mean to." I whisper.

"Don't do it again," I see her walk out of the room in anger.

"I didn't mean to," I mutter to myself, "great and I missed out on the rest of the class."

Oh, I really wish I could actually stop say dreaming. It always ends in 'you must leave' but, I want to know. That voice makes me feel lost and confused, I wish I knew who they were – I wish they could be standing in front of me without them being trapped.

I want to be their friend! They sound so lonely out there, always in the dark part of the persons mind. I need to know! Before I –

"Hi, I'm Gohan," I see the nerd boy come in front me, "are you okay? I saw you weren't going with your friends, is everything okay?"

"Not really," I mutter. I don't really want to confess to a nerd boy about my 'so called dreams', "I'm Sharpener." I get up and start walking out the classroom. I really don't want to talk to anyone especially someone like him who, I have nothing in common with.

"That's rude, you know? Walking away while having a conversation!" I hear nerd boy speak.

I turn around, "You really are that naïve, aren't you? This is the real world! Not everyone will speak to you just because you want them to." I really can't stand him. I don't like smart people; they don't get anything of this world.

"I'm sorry, I tried to speak to you," he frowns, "I don't live around here and don't really know how to talk to people." Nerd boy scratches his neck nervously.

"Well try and talk to someone that will understand." I walk off.

I hear in the background, "No-one will, no-one does."

"That's how the world is Gohan." I flip my hair.

"It never used to be like that," I turn around, "I used to never feel alone. But its funny, the more I smile, the more they never notice." Gohan looks at me intently.

I can see it now. Those eyes – those eyes are exactly like that person in my dreams. He has the same sad look.

"Have you tried speaking about it to anyone?" I ask.

"I can't, every just writes me off as the strong one of the family," Gohan sighs and raises his voice, "I didn't ask to take over my fathers role."

"Your father pass away?" I ask.

No answer is given. I know what the answer is though. Looking at him, seeing how he feels, he just reminds me off him and

That sad look in his eyes

Note: This idea I came up with and I felt I had to write. I may be awhile before updating because I will be busy these upcoming weeks. I would ratherwrite this than do my other work.

Anyway, thankies for reading! Stay tuned! =D