Author:Kasumiya

Pairings: GotenxTrunks

Warnings: YAOI, drug use.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

His to hold

It was such a nice day outside, despite the storm. The world looked perfect with the colors of the rain dampening everything to a grayer shade. I stared at my reflection in a puddle. The ripples distorted my face and it blended together with my orange shirt making a sort of pink. I was rather pale today. I was waiting for him. I've been waiting for him after school every day, apparently some girls who thought they stood a chance had roped him into helping with the upcoming school dance.

"Goten!" I heard him shout from behind me and I spun around to face him.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly against his chest, kissing my forehead. I could faintly smell smoke on him but I thought nothing of it. He had mentioned working with a smoke mahine for the dance. I didn't beleive him but hiding smoking from me is nothing. He just doesn't want me to get mad, since he thinks I don't know. But I don't want to be mad at him. So I'll let him have this one little secret. It can't hurt to pretend like I don't know.

"Trunks, I thought you'd forgotten I was waiting for you." I joked.

'I could never forget you, Ten-kun.' He smiled down at me and a drop of rain fell from the tip of his hair and landed right between my eyes. I jumped and wiped at my face blindly with my sleeve. I could hear Trunks laughing, but it was a friendly laughter. I blinked and smiled sheepishly at him. Then I realized that it was still raining, and we were both soaking wet. He read my mind, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to him.

"Let's go home, Chibi."

When we got to Trunks' house, we ran upstairs to his room so fast that his mother had no idea we were home. I mused to myself about the glance I stole of Bulma's hair flying up from 'the draft' in the kitchen. Trunks wrapped his arms around me and fell backwards onto the couch. I laughed at him. "You're getting everything all wet." I stated, and then leaned forward to whisper, "You really should be getting out of those wet clothes." Trunks' eyes narrowed playfully and he grabbed my butt, holding me tightly to his body. I kissed his neck for a breif moment before moving to kiss his perfect mouth. Our lips no sooner met, however, before there came a knock at the door.

"Quit playing grab-ass in there and come eat, brat." Came the voice of his father from the other side.

I blushed a little and lay my head on his chest. Right away after we got together, his father commented on how we'd 'quit obsessing and just opened our 'god-damned' mouths for once'. And although Bulma was still quite oblivious, Vegeta had continued making his odd little comments as if they bothered Trunks. Of course he didn't care what new remark his father would throw at him, he'd dealt with it his whole life. But I was always caught off guard by some of the stuff he said to his own son.

I was convinced that something had gotten to Trunks by the end of the night. He just held me close, wouldn't say much, and spaced out alot of the time. Finally, as we were getting dressed for bed, I questioned him.

"Trunks, is something wrong, koi?" I ran my hand through his purple locks and he smiled sadly, almost as though he felt guilty, and shook his head. I smiled back sympathetically, and kissed his cheek. Then, it seemed, the look in his eyes disappeared and he smiled with all his heart.

"I love you, Chibi."

The next day the rain was even worse. The streets started to flood a little as the result of not getting a break from the downpour. I still found it beautiful, though. The way everyone scurried around, quickly as possible to avoid being caught in the rain proved rather amusing to watch. The old ladies in their plastic bonnets and bright colored rainjackets, shuffling along to the beat of the rain. Gutters overflowed, causing a series of mini-waterfalls from the corners of the rooftops.

I was shaken from my ruse by the thunder rumbling in the distance. It echoed like a low sung battle cry off the side of the school's gym. I gulped, suddenly remembering the last time I sparred with Piccolo. Thunder meant lightening. Perhaps it would be best if I waited inside for Trunks.

"Phew. It's getting bad out there." I said to myself. As I entered the gym I saw quite a few people decorating, an older lady shouting orders, but no Trunks. I went up to a girl that I was semi-aquainted to and asked her if she'd seen Trunks.

"I normally wait outside for him but the weather's getting pretty rough out there." The girl, Sariee, pushed her hair out of her eyes, exposing her cross shaped scar, and smiled sadly at me. "Son, I apologize but I have not seen Trunks here one day since we began. Perhaps you'd better find him and learn what it is that goes on here."

I nodded, and wandered back outside to wait for Trunks. I stood there on the steps, forced to question my earlier decision that 'It can't hurt to pretend like I don't know'. What could Trunks be hiding from me that's worth all this trouble? What is it that he's willing to risk our relationship for? I silently pleaded that it was something forgivable. I was trying so hard to convince myself that it was nothing that I wasn't even sure myself when I heard him call out my name if there was tears on my face. Can't hurt to pretend like it's just the rain.

As he walked closer to me, my chest grew tighter and tighter until he was right in front of me and I just snapped. I closed my eyes and my hand flew out to slap him as hard as I could manage. Unwilling to open my eyes I drew my hand to my chest and hugged myself, turning away from him. I heard him gasp quietly and touch his cheek. He knew that I knew. I blew my chance to pretend like everything was okay. Now I was forced to confront him. I was still silently pleading that this was all just a big misunderstanding and that everything would work out once we talked about it.

"Chibi, I--" He stopped dead in his tracks as I turned to face him. I looked deep into his sky blue eyes and was almost swept away to a time when the sky was blue like his eyes. Away from this dark, damp place that threatened to squeeze my heart into oblivion. But it was that pain in my chest that brought me back to reality as he turned his gaze away from me.

"Trunks, why did you lie to me? What have you been doing that I can't know about?" I shouted over the roar of the rain. Or maybe that was just my heart pounding.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. But what was he sad about? Sad that I was upset with him? Sad that I'd found out? Or sad because it wasn't something forgivable? I couldn't take the roar of silence. I grabbed his arms and shook him and pleaded with him to just speak. Before I could even finish one sentence I pulled back. He winced when I grabbed him. I looked into those eyes again, my own clouded with confusion.

Still he refused to speak so in search of an answer I grabbed his arm and rolled up the sleeve. He tried to pull his arm away before I could whitness this proof of deception but I saw. I saw all the marks that were remnants of a horrible habit that was easier to die from than to rid yourself of. He started to say something about how he was going to tell me eventually but I just stared at him.

"I... I don't know what to say to you, Trunks. I just... why? Why the fuck would you do this to yourself? How long has this been going on? Why did you hide this from me? You know I would've helped you get past this! Or did you want this?" I grabbed his arm again, pausing in my string of questions to look at this... this monstrosity that marred his perfect body. I choked back a sob as all my strength left me. I slowly dropped to my knees, still clinging to his arm.

"Trunks, I love you. Just stop this, for me, please!" I cried, and kissed his arm.

He pulled away from me and looked down at me with dark eyes.

"I can't."

I just want to apologize for throwing Sariee in there but she's such a good 'bearer of bad news' plus when I first created her, before she became my rp char, she went to orange star high school with Trunks and Goten, though she uh... lived with 17. Some of you who've read my stuff when I first started posting here (if any of those people exist, still) might remember that story. I wish I could go back and read them but alas, that computer crashed, too, much like my most recent computer has. Maybe I should look into getting a typewriter.

also, I just wanted to apologize for any typos. My shift buttons on my computer at home don't work, nor does the 'W' button. I have to add in the missing letters and go through and capitalize everything as needed but at least I'm getting something done. I'm proud of this story thus far and I hope you all like it. Please read and review.