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A/N: Hey, everyone, I'm back with an angsty, dramatic story with suspense. I hope you'll enjoy reading it! The ones who read my other stories will know about Spirit Fighters, but if you haven't, it doesn't matter, it'll be explained soon.
It's his fault
Chapter One: Gloom
Gloom: a feeling of being sad and without hope.
She glanced out at the full moon. It was bright and beautiful, giving her chills and a feeling of crave for violence came over her, but she just smiled. It couldn't have an effect on her; she was not a Saiyan after all. She was just a royal blood no one knew about. Her mother was a Princess, but she lived away from their home planet, Itaoo. 'Funny thing' She thought. 'I've never even seen where we come from.'
"Syrana! Dinner's ready!" She heard, so she got up from her seat and walked down to the kitchen. She looked around, setting eyes on her smiling mother. Her sparkling emerald eyes and her beautiful face were twins of Millenia's her younger sister. However, her long, straight hair was ebony black, and she was a bit taller than her. She heard many stories about her mother's sisters, but she never saw any of them. Galaxia, her mother use to tell her tales about them instead of bedtime stories. She enjoyed them a lot, and she never slept afterwards. She supressed a smile at the memory, she refused to show any emotion. "You never came down today, Syrana. What's wrong?" A blue haired, blue-eyed woman asked her. She gazed at her with a bored expression.
"Nothing, Bulma. I just needed the alone time. My head is a mess. All this bloodshed gets on my nerves." The girl lied smoothly. 'Just drop it already. I just don't want to see my mother anymore.' She thought, slowly sitting down next to Galaxia. Syrana and her mother lived together with Bulma and her son since she was born. She trained together with Trunks and Gohan, and with her Spirit Fighter abilities, she could surpass them both in speed and strength. She trained long hours in the nights only to get stronger, but she never did it to protect anyone else. She only wanted to learn how to fight and cause harm. However, she never told anyone, it was her secret to keep.
"Really?" She heard a voice come from behind her. She suppressed an irritated sigh as Trunks took a seat across her.
"Yes. Why? Does it entertain you?" She asked back, glaring at him with her dark pink eyes. Trunks quirked an eyebrow then he shook his head.
"No, it does not entertain me." He said with such emphasis that said, 'But I'm sure it does you.' Syrana just glared into his sky-blue eyes. 'Damn this Saiyan brat for knowing me so well.'
"It's alright kids, let's eat." Galaxia said, as Bulma set down a plate in front of each. Syrana glanced gratefully at her mother, and she tucked her ebony black, but green tipped hair behind her ear. She then lowered her gaze as she saw that look behind the sparkles of her emerald eyes. The look of a dead corpse gazed back into her own deep pink ones, and she didn't want to know that her time was so close.
They ate in silence, and Syrana didn't want to look at anyone. She didn't want to see the strange looks Trunks gave her, or the knowing smile Bulma was wearing, but most of all she didn't want to look at her mother.
'How could this be? Spirit Fighters are meant to live long! Hundred years at least! So why is she on the verge of dieing? Oh yeah, him. It was him. Mother is dieing, and it's all his fault. I hate him so much.' Syrana thought as she finished her small meal. 'He's already killed her twenty years ago.'
"Syrana, would you please do the washing up?" She heard Bulma ask faintly, as she walked into her lab.
"Sure." She mumbled, as her mother stood up also and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the two youngsters alone. Syrana ran the water, and glanced at Trunks who was watching her with that strange gaze. He opened his mouth and she interrupted, knowing all too well that he wanted to apologize.
"It's okay. You were right, after all." She mumbled.
"Funny… we know each other so well…" He answered, stepping a bit closer.
"Yeah. We're almost the same age also." Syrana nodded, putting the clean dishes away.
"I wondered if… if… i-if you…" Trunks stuttered, but then shook his head and smiled. "No, never mind."
"You shouldn't be attracted to me, Trunks." Syrana stated smoothly, reading his thoughts like the pages of an open book. The young man was quite taken aback by this, but he smiled at how good she knew him. "I'm an unlawful kid."
"Well, then so am I." He whispered, stepping to stand behind her. "My father did not marry his betrothed, Millenia, he followed his heart and mated the one he chose. This way, we aren't related, and we're both unlawful. This is fate, don't you think?"
"It might be, but… I don't believe in fate, Trunks." She stated.
"Then believe in what your heart is saying." He mumbled into her ear, his hot breath tickling her sensitive earlobe, as he ran a hand over her arm in an affectionate manner.
"I was never one to rely on my feelings." She said, finishing the dishes. She dried her hands and turned to look into his eyes. "I have no heart."
"I hate the way you lie so smoothly." Trunks smiled, cupping her face into his palm. His azure gaze seemed to drown in her blazing dark pink one as he found himself grow addicted to the calming heat she radiated.
"I say lies because I want you to believe them." Syrana breathed, closing her eyes to keep the liquid brimming her eyes from falling. 'I shall not cry. It's a sign of weakness. I am strong. I am a royal blood. I forbid myself the tears.'
"Then lie that you love me." He said, leaning in to kiss her. She turned away before he could reach her lips and walked to the doorway leading to the stairs. She glanced back into his bewildered azure eyes one more time. Her blazing, deep pink eyes stared into his with no emotion.
"Mark my words, Trunks Briefs. I. Have. No. Heart." She hissed. She then walked away, her messy, long black and green tipped hair swaying behind her.
She walked up the stairs, keeping her lips at a tight line. She then saw what she never wanted to see. She stood there, feet rooted to the ground as she stared at the collapsed body of her mother. Her face was twisting with horror and pain, but she fought the tears back. She sighed deep and her expression returned to her uncaring self. She crouched next to the woman and checked her pulse. She found none; she was dead. She scooped her into her arms and walked down to Bulma's lab. Without knocking, she kicked in the doors.
"What the! My Kami, Syrana! What happened?!" Bulma rushed to the expressionless girl and looked at the woman in her arms. Galaxia's face was chalk-white.
"She's dead." Syrana stated simply.
"What?" Bulma asked, wide eyed.
"I knew she was on the verge of death. No one could help her. Her will to live has been killed twenty years ago. It was only a matter of time." She explained. "I'd like to place her to eternal rest somewhere. Is the garden okay, or should I choose another place?"
"N-no, it's alright. But be careful. Don't let the androids find you…" Bulma warned as she sobbed, caressing the dead woman's face. "She was my best friend."
"I know." Syrana nodded. "You loved her."
"Yes. It's so unfair that a pure soul like her had to die so early." The genius mumbled, turning back to her computer, as tears have spilled from her blue eyes.
Syrana exited the lab without another word, her deep pink gaze darkening. 'You never knew about her secret, the secret that killed her. She never told anyone, only me. Princess Galaxia, the heir of Spirit Fighters, may your soul rest in eternal peace guarded by Venus, our Goddess.'
She walked out to the garden and started digging a grave for her as the rain fell, gracing her slim, but muscled body with beads of water. As she finished, she placed the body in the pit and covered it with soil. She had not shed one tear during the process; she kept herself to the words she vowed.
"Goodbye, mother." She muttered, glancing at the golden necklace she tore away from her neck. She put it around her neck and narrowed her eyes at the grave. 'I'm going to kill the one who did this to you, mother. I'm going to murder him without grace, I'm going to rip his body to shreds, I'm going to revenge you without mercy. He shall be dead for what he did to you. I will extinguish my forgiveness, I will hear no begging, I will see no plea in his eyes, I will feel no regret, I will demolish him completely. First I'll kill his soul then I'll destroy his body. He will always remember the name of this unlawful Spirit Fighter, Syrana.' She turned away from the grave and walked inside, completely drenched. She saw that nobody was near, so she sat down on the chair in the kitchen and stared at her dirty hands. Her dark pink eyes stung with tears as she spoke. "I have no heart, mother. But still, I feel so gloomy. And it's all his fault."
To Be ContinuedOkay, here's a bit of humor for you! Cut scenes!
Syrana: Yes. Why? Does it enter tame you? What? Oh God… (Blushes from embarrassment, but laughs nonetheless)
Trunks: (Laughs as hell) That's entertain!
KBAP: CUT! (Laughs head off)
Syrana: Okay, dammit that was a slip of tongue! Let's continue!
Syrana: I know. (Nods) You loved her. Man this sounds so gross!
KBAP: Dammit, they were best friends! It's not like that!
Syrana: Okay, but still…
Syrana: (digging the ground) (hissing) Oh man, and I've just come out from the manicure salon!
KBAP: Sorry, the next time you go, it's on me!
Syrana: I'm going to murder him without mercy, I'm going to rip his body to shreds, I'm going to revenge you without grace. Huh? Oh yeah… without grace and without mercy.
KBAP: Damn… just two words… we were so close…
Syrana: This dramatic inner monologue is so confusing…
Trunks: Then lie that you love me. (Leans in to kiss Syrana, who forgets to turn away, so they kiss furiously)
KBAP: CUT! What the hell are you people doing here! Syrana, you're meant to turn away!
Trunks: Yeah, but ummm… she kinda forgot to turn away, and we just… you know… went with the flow…
KBAP: Oh, you two are such pains!
Syrana: And Cell still hasn't arrived…
KBAP: Man, even him… what was I thinking?
Trunks: Let me guess, you were drooling over him again?
KBAP: Aw, shut up, kiss-kiss guy! (Blushes madly)