Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ... I don't own Trunks... I don't even own a fancy sword... This is all purely fictional and fan based straight out of my warped anime obsessed imagination.
A/N: OK so I had this idea, about a story crossing over into reality. In this case it's a character from a story , becoming flesh and blood in the writer's world. This story will center around an OC named Kalona. Those who have read 'This is Where you Belong' will recognize her as well as the story she is writing. The character that steps out of the story to breath on his own? Mirai Trunks, who else? ;)
Breathe Me to Life - Chapter 1
" Into the Writer's Mind "
The soft glow from the monitor illuminated a cluttered desk as the sound of typing filled the small room...
'…
"Hey, what's wrong?" He turned her in his arms, and searched her eyes in the near darkness.
"The dark I guess..." She tried to smile.
"You're shaking. It's not the dark that's scaring you is it? It's me..."
...'
There were a few clicks of a mouse, and then silence...
"3am? It was just midnight! I have to stop getting so caught up writing this story." The girl yawned, clicked save, and turned her monitor off, before walking away to crawl into her nice warm bed. She wondered if she would dream about him again, the main character in her story that is. He'd become so real in her mind over the last few weeks. She chalked that up to the story being so much better than her life at the present time. Her home life was less than ideal. Her last three boyfriends had been total pricks. Even her friends were treating her like she was some sort of social freaking leper simply because she refused to blend in with society.
She was emo, she would be the first to admit it. Emo punk to be exact, with long dark hair, which she'd added purple streaks down each side. Her friends told her she looked like an anime fan girl freak or some shit like that. But she didn't mind. She WAS an anime fan girl, and a geek and well... emo. But she wasn't one of those emo girls that cut themselves to feel better, even though her last boyfriend was doing a good job convincing people that she was. He blamed the cuts and bruises he'd left on her body, on her freak, emo lifestyle. Of course being the cute, sweet, flirtatious guy he was, everyone believed him. Just once she'd like to meet a guy who was really like the act that he put on. Someone who would make her feel safe from all the bull shit in this world. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to drift into yet another restless nights sleep. 6am would be here before she knew it, she had to get at least a few hours sleep before her shift in the morning...
'… There was a lake with geese on it. They were honking loudly at a little old man in a tiny boat. "SHUT UP! YOU STUPID PEA BRAINED BIRDS! I ALREADY GAVE YOU HALF MY LUNCH!" The little man splashed at the approaching geese, as his boat rocked from side to side. "TAKE THAT! SHOO! THAT'S RIGHT! KEEP SWIMMIN OR ROSHI WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER HATCHED!" The boat continued to rock dangerously until... SPLASH! The little man came up sputtering and flailing. "HELP! I CAN'T (gurgle, gurgle...) SWIM! (gurgle, splash)"
"You have got to be kidding me. Who goes out on the lake, in a boat, with out a life jacket, if they can't friggin swim?" She kicked her shoes off, only slightly aware that they looked like a pair of shoes she'd seen at the store, but hadn't yet purchased, and dove into the water to save the old man.
"Oh thank you. (gurgle) If you hadn't come along, I'd be swimmin with the fishes (splash)and I got a whole lot of livin (splash, gurgle, grab) left in me, let me tell you. You're a good swimmer, why you're having no trouble staying afloat at all are you? (gurgle, spit) Must be your... feminine assets heh heh heh...
She rolled her eyes, as she drug him ashore, shaking her hair from her eyes before turning back to retrieve the man's boat. She had no sooner rowed ashore and tethered the boat to a tree, than the old man was at her side. She turned to face him now (big mistake) and he wasted no time in burying his face into her chest (BIBBLE BIBBLE BIBBIDY BIBBIDY BIBBLE)... SLAP!..."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"OK, seriously not the person I wanted to dream about." She woke up cringing and shuttering. "Gross! Gah, I need to shower, I feel violated and dirty." She slammed her hand down on the alarm as she stood and made her way to the bathroom yawning...
'An hour or so later at The Greasy Spoon..'
"Kalona! Pick up the pace! We're getting swamped in here. Customers are waiting to be seated and you're falling way behind for the third time this week."
"I'm doing the best I can, but I'm only one person and I'm waiting on half the diner here. Seriously Danny, you need to hire more waitresses!"
"And I've told you time and time again, girly... the only way I'm gonna hire a new waitress, is if I'm replacing you or Lila. Now Lila don't seem to be having a problem keeping up, so who do you think I would replace?" He raised an eyebrow. "GET BACK TO WORK OR YOU'RE GONNA FIND OUT!"
"I hate working here..." She muttered under her breath as she stomped away.
It was five o'clock by the time she got home, having had to stop at the grocery store for bread and cat food, after her shift was over. She was absolutely exhausted. Danny had allowed Lila to leave early for some appointment that probably didn't even exist, leaving Kalona to deal with all of the customers for the remainder of her shift. Needless to say, it had been total chaos, resulting in almost no tips, as well a deduction from her next pay check. She kicked her shoes off and removed the clips that held her hair up in a messy bun.
"That's much better." She sighed as she shook her hair and loosened any knots with her fingers. "Yeah I know you're hungry, Inuyasha." She told the Siamese cat, that was rubbing against her leg and mewing loudly for her attention. She opened a can of fancy feast and dumped it in his food bowl before crashing on the couch for a quick nap...
It was dark when she woke back up to the sound of her neighbors fighting, and the police pounding on their door. Not again... Why the hell doesn't she just leave him? She clicked the TV and lamp off and headed to her room. If the police knocked, well she couldn't hear them because she'd gone to bed. Last time she'd answered the door to them didn't work out so well for her. The drunken, abusive, asshole had got in her face later that same night, accusing her of calling the cops on him. When she told him he was mistaken, he had hit her, knocking her down and warning her of what would happen if she ever called them again.
I need a new job and a new place to live... She thought as she clicked the power button on her computer. At least I have my stories to loose myself in for a while. She smiled as the ideas began to flow and started typing away...
'..."I'll take you back to the house." Trunks began walking towards the exit, stopping when he realized she wasn't following him. He turned and watched as she walked the other way and sat on a bench near one of the exhibits. He could tell she was crying. "Dammit..." He mentally cursed himself for messing up yet again. He exhaled and walked over to sit next to her. ...'
She got up to stretch her legs after an hour or so. Walking to the kitchen for a glass of ice tea. She heard a loud crackling sound coming from the other room and went to investigate. The air felt charged and she could feel the tiny hairs on her arm standing up. RUMBLE CRASH! A loud clap of thunder split the air, sending Inuyasha scrambling for footing, fur fluffed to the max, as he attempted to high tail it to her room to hide under the bed.
"Poor kitty." She couldn't help but snicker at the fur ball's fear of storms, as she returned to the kitchen in search of a flash light. "Damn. Better shut the computer down just in case the power decides to go." She muttered, as the thunder grew louder, and the lightening intensified. Normally she loved storms, but she'd really been into her story tonight, so much so, that it was practically writing itself.
She sat back down at her desk with a sigh, and saved her story before shutting down. She grabbed a pillow and a throw blanket, and took a moment to peek under the bed at Inuyasha, before heading back out to the living room. She grabbed the dvd she had rented, and popped it in the player before getting comfy on the couch and clicking play. Lila had said The Vow was a good movie, especially if you like romance with a touch of drama and suspense mixed in. Why not? I'm too wired to sleep yet anyway... CRASH! CRACKLE! BANG! A flash of lightning lit up the room for a split second, and then everything was engulfed in darkness. "Shit! … Gah, I give up, I'm going to bed."
"Ow, dammit!" She had left the flashlight in her bedroom.
The sun was rising when she woke up again. She looked toward the clock and groaned, why was she up this early on her day off? She sat bolt upright in her bed suddenly, as she remembered what had happened last night, after the power went out...
'… the sound of something bumping into, and knocking over, a large vase in the living room had woke her up.
"Dammit Inny. What did you do?" She'd muttered as she slipped out of bed in the dark and made her way down the hall.
"Should have got a bird. They don't knock shit over." She yawned as she went into the kitchen and grabbed a dust pan and broom.
"Hi Trunks, there's soda and ice tea in the fridge..." She said, as she passed the Demi-Saiyan, and then slowly backed up for a double take. They each wore matching expressions of pure confusion.
Kalona blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes. This was just another one of her crazy dreams. It had to be. He wasn't real. She walked closer, noting his expression changing to something more akin to fear now. She was making him nervous it seemed. Well, touche'. What the hell was he doing in her kitchen anyway? She extended one finger, and slowly raised her arm, until it was parallel with the center of his abdomen. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she reached out and poked. Her eyes went wide when her finger touched solid rock. Well, at least that's kind of what it felt like...
"Wow, they really are rock hard." She said, causing him to blush, and clapping her hand over her mouth.
"Thanks, I think. But um, where exactly am I and how do you know my name?"
"You're in my kitchen and … you t-told me."
"I don't remember that, but okay... How did I get here?"
"I was kind of wondering that myself, Mister."
At some point she had convinced herself that she was in fact sleeping, and decided to just play along with the crazy dream. At least it wasn't Freddy Kruger standing in her kitchen...this time. She'd offered the couch to her dream hallucination, and after a good deal of convincing, he finally accepted.
"Just for the night. I have to find my ti- um transport vehicle so I can get back home."
"Yea...fine... (yawning) …we can look for it first thing in the morning. But right now, we should sleep. K? Great! Goodnight boxer boy."
She'd grabbed a couple pillows and a blanket, tossed them at him, and then gone back to her room and gone back to sleep...'
end of flash back
"He wasn't real..." She whispered.
She slowly slid from the bed and peeked out her door. Silence, no mysterious footsteps or bumps, no breathing or snoring. She ventured into the hall, slowly making her way towards the living room. And exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was there. Her eyes fell on the neatly folded blanket and pillows stacked on the nearby chair.
"That's weird... heh, you probably just grabbed them from the closet and sat them there in your sleep. Yeah that has to be what happened, because dream hallucinations don't fold blankets... do they?" She walked over to the window and closed it. "When the hell did I open this and why? Shit! INNY!"
She'd been searching the apartment for twenty minutes, and was half under her bed, checking to see if Inuyasha was crawled up in the box spring again like last night, when she heard a tap, tap, tapping sound from the other room. She bounced her head off one of the wooden slats as she went to scramble out. "What the hell?" She walked back down the hall rubbing her head, to see what the noise was. Nothing could have prepared her. No amount of Dragon Ball Z or weird science fiction movies. She'd seen them all, it still didn't make this any less UNREAL.
(Tap, tap, tap)...
Hovering... yes HOVERING, people don't hover, right outside her window was her dream hallucination... and he was smiling at her.
(THUD!)
She slowly came too, wondering why she was lying on her living room floor.
"HOLY SHIT!" She quickly got to her feet and went to the window and opened it. No one was there.
"I'm losing my fucking mind!" She told the empty room. Well she hoped it was an empty room. For all she knew Vegeta was sitting on the couch and Piccolo was meditating above the TV and Roshi was gonna pop up any second and bibble her chest.
(Tap, tap...)
She turned to again face the now open window. He was back, frowning this time and holding a cat. Her cat as a matter of fact.
"Inny!" She reached for him as Trunks handed him to her through the open window. She sat Inuyasha on the floor and looked from left to right and then grabbed Trunks' arm pulling at him. "Get in here before someone sees you!" She closed the window after he was inside. "Not that anyone would see you, your just a figment of my imagination right?"
"I'm a what? Trunks raised an eyebrow at her...
A/N: Hmm, hallucination huh? Has stress caused her to go nuts? Or is something else happening here. Could he actually be real? Maybe he's the one that's nuts. There wasn't a whole lot of Trunks, in this chapter and I apologize for that. I assure you there will be a lot more of him from this point forward. Review and tell me what you think of it. :)