Looks like it has come the time to continue this fic. So, I can say only one thing - read it if you want.
Pure Angelic Desires
Chapter Two: A friend?
I found the things I was looking for. That is, of course, after I nearly broke my leg while I was jumping off the cup board and nearly breaking my arm while trying to reach out for the lint. You can't even believe I can be so over all stupid to get in such situations? Well, neither do I, but I still do those things, don't I? I told you I was really clumsy but you didn't really believe me, did you? No one ever does, so it doesn't bug me the least anyway. When I put all the stuff around the bed I had pulled Vegeta in I heard him groaning. Too bad for him, he'll feel what happens to bad boys when they do stupid things as his groan alarms me he's now fully awake.
I knelt on the floor, taking a white towel to first wipe that blood off of him. You know, if that wasn't him in front of me, I would've licked the blood. I love its taste. And I'm certainly not from those wackos who think they are vampires and need to suck blood to live. No fucking way! I'm not that screwed up. Yeah, well, at least not about this. Don't you just love the metallic taste the blood brings in your mouth? Well, that's why I like it so much. The taste is almost everything to me. Alright, this sounded much better just in my head. No, wait, it's still in my head. Gah, anyway...
When I finished with my thinking (Hey, you know what; I think I'm thinking too much! Now that sounded quite 'cool' didn't it?) I noticed that my guest was on his elbows trying to stand up. I frowned and put the hot towel over one of the deepest cuts. He instantly bolted into a sitting position and glared at me.
"OW! What the hell, Oh, it's you." Hey, someone could get offended by that tone he uses! Damn, if you just see Vegeta when he's acting like a smart-ass. He gets on my nerves when he does it. If you were in my shoes you would've felt the same way. I can tell that nowadays I'm becoming less and less tolerant towards everything. It's just that everything pisses me off so freaking much. Go on and ask me why... No friggin idea...
"You know, if it wasn't me standing right here, I bet this someone would've slapped you right across the torn cheek." I spat those words out, not even looking at him. I didn't need to see his expression to know what he wanted to say. I could predict those things sometimes. I was paying more attention to the towel. I should've picked another one if I had other colors. The problem is that I didn't. And I don't think I'm going to spend money for such crap as towels or anything for this house. All in all, I have so many white towels that you can't even imagine them all in one cup board.
"And why don't you? Do whatever you want; I can see that you have already taken control over my body." Was he always like that or he just liked to piss me off more than anything else? I cared enough to get him here, to hide him from his father, to try to help his wounds to heal faster, and what appreciation do I get? None, of course. That's why I hate being the good girl. Good guys never get what they want. It's just a favourite line of mine. I glared at the onyx eyed person on my front.
"Do you have a problem with it, mister Masochist? Or maybe you would like to complain after the second time you pass out?" I hissed through my clenched teeth, gripping the towel tighter and tighter. It would be really a lot better if he just shut his trap and stop looking at me. It will just set me off even more if he keeps on arguing. I hate it when other people try to get the better of me. And I never fall on my back, so I argue back. Sometimes it's tiring to be so stupidly stubborn.
You don't know just how happy I was when he just shut his big mouth and looked away from me. Good boy, I praised sarcastically in my mind the awfully thick-headed guy. I continued my work over his wounds, enjoying the hisses of pain I seldomly received. I have a sadistic side of my personality and it just found the worst place to kick in. After I was done, he looked as good as new. Hm, well, maybe not... With all those bandages and the whole bag of lint he looked more like a soldier from the Second World War.
"There. All done." I announced with a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat from my forehead off. I stood up since my legs began aching from the pose I have taken. Damn that body. It's so weak! Argh, I'm complaining again! I hate it when I do that but... I don't know, I get so confused with myself that I don't know if anyone will ever understand me.
My 'guest' just grunted and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared out of the window to see his father rampaging around the house. I looked towards where his gaze was located and quickly turned away. No, I don't want any another drama in my life. I have enough problems of my own, I don't want someone else's on my back as well. He just gaped like that. The look in his eyes was dull. I couldn't understand why a father would treat his son in such an abusing way. I don't see how any parent could treat their child in any way of hurting it. That just... sounded so... metaphysical to me. My father had always loved me when he was alive.
The uncomfortable silence between me and Ouji always scares me. I hate it when someone is just staring at me, or somewhere else when I'm in front of them. And if you look at Vegeta in the eyes you will feel the same way I do. Not that his eyes are hideous or something. They're just so dull and... Soul scaring. He could give you the creeps after standing a minute in full silence.
The stillness was really getting uncomfortable and when I saw he wasn't going to do anything about it, I decided it would be good if I broke the ice first.
"Vegeta..." Now think, think! You have to think of something to say since you began it and you have to be careful what you say. With this guy around you never know. Hey, at least I'll try... "What do you dream about?" It was a question I loved to ask. Dreaming was the only thing I could do without failing in any way. My 'talk mate' threw me a confused look as if asking me if I was gone completely crazy. Well, I was and am completely crazy. I gave him an encouraging little smile, just a little one. He raised his eye brow and looked away. Well, guess at least I tried and failed.
"I don't dream." Or maybe not.
"Everyone dreams about something, Vegeta. I'm sure you are not an exception of that as well." I spoke in some kind of soft and quiet voice. I'm tired. This school gets me so tired all the time. And it's not because I'm not good at it. In fact, I am quite a great student. But I guess it's an instinct. When I'm not needed, I fall asleep. No one notices I'm gone. Nothing changes when I'm asleep. Nothing ever does... These thoughts... they just make me feel so... unneeded in this World... No one needs me, for anything... No one notices when I'm gone. If I die, will anyone even budy me properly? Scary thoughts...
"Even if I dream about something, do you sincerely believe I would tell you my sacred secrets and desires? You know me, if it can be even called that, for an hour at most, and you expect me just to lay down my cards for you completely!" He was looking at me examiningly with that piercing gaze of his. I sighed and I guessed he was right. I saved him once. Big deal. 11 years he had been living in the house next door and we haven't said a word to each other. Now, I want him to tell me everything about himself. You know, I can tell from one's dreams what person they are. It's just the way I am. And, in a strange way, I think - maybe even he doesn't realize it - he somehow figured that and that's why he wouldn't tell me.
"You're right. It's stupid. Just forget it." I mutter and walk over to the CD player. I put on one of my favourite disks and increased the volume a little. I just felt like hearing this song right now. It always makes me kind of... enthusiastic when I'm having a hard time. When the drums began I moved my head to the music. Hey, I was doing quite a show for the strange haired idiot on the bed. Ah, who cares? Not me anyways.
"I never really feel quite right. I don't know why. All I know is something's wrong. Every time I look at you, you seem so alive. Tell me how do you do it, walk me through it, I'll follow in every foot step. Maybe on your own you take a cautious step. Do you wanna give it up?" I think my new 'friend' was enjoying the way I was swaying around to the music. Like, who wouldn't? That song rules!
"But all I want is for you to SHINE. Shine down on me. Shine on this life that's burning out. I say a lot of things sometimes that don't come out right and I act like I don't know why. I guess a reaction is everything I was looking for. You looked through me, you really knew me like no one has EVER looked before. Maybe on your own you take a cautious step. Do you wanna give it up? But all I want is for you to SHINE. Shine down on me. Shine on this life that's burning out. I know, I know, girl you got something." I began getting too into it, but I guess it was just my way when this thing was on. I'm beginning to doubt it's the music he likes right now.
"SHINE (shine it on to me) Shine down on me (I wanna feel it) Shine on this life that's burning out. Maybe on your own you take a cautious step. Do you wanna give it up? But all I want is for you to SHINE. Shine down on me (just show me something). Shine on this life that's burning out (you give me something that I never know). Shine (it gonna kill me if you give something away). Shine yeaaah (I wanna know what's going in on your mind). Shine on this life that's burning out." The song ended and I heard Vegeta clapping slowly. I threw him a death glare and he chuckled. Heh, if you want to know something... this really makes me kind of more enthusiastic than it usually does.
"If you begin dancing around like in a ballet I will be really impressed, woman." he chuckled after his comment. Yeah, he can bet on that. I'll do it right away. Like I'm some sort of his waitress and when he snaps his fingers and hop! I'm there. Yeah, right, only over my dead body. I glared at him seriously and turned the music off, making my way to the kitchen. I had to do something to stay awake. My lids were already falling over my eyes. Damn, why am I so sleepy?
And you can guess who was following me, of course. Not that I mind. I can give him something to eat if he was hungry. You have to give me one thing - I'm a good house-wife. That's the only thing I'm really good for. I sighed and began raiding the fridge.
"Do you want something?" I asked not really listening for an answer but at least I had to ask out of courtesy and politeness that seemed to be deeply planted into my core where I couldn't get a nice hand on them, didn't I? I told you I was too sleepy. When I'm sleepy I don't care about anything. I heard him collapse on one of the chairs. Damn him, he's such a pain in the ass. And I hate it when my ass hurts.
"Other than a knife over the veins? Nah." I frowned and gave up my fight with the fridge and sat across from him on the table. I supported my head on my palms and stared in his eyes. They were emotionless. Somehow... exhausted. Exhausted of everything surrounding them. Exhausted of everything they have seen and would see. I knew he wasn't trying to butt in black humor now. Don't mind me; to you maybe it wouldn't be funny, but to me... I'm really fucked up, aren't I? I sighed and shook my head. Vegeta rested his head back and finally said something.
"I want to go up there, just to have a peek at my mother. She had died when I was born. Though, I know that my father was wicked before that. As a matter of fact, the reason why he always likes to pour his anger at me is that I was just a mistake." I looked interestedly at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Feh. He had raped my mother a few times. One of those times... Well, let's just say he had forgotten protection. That's how I got there." I looked away. I couldn't believe that. I put my hand over my mouth and turned my head back to my interlocutor. He was just staring at the window on his left over his shoulder.
"My father wanted mother to kill the baby, also known as me, but she refused to. She ran away from home and went to live with her best friend. When I was born, she died and the doctors gave me to my father to take care of me. Anyway, since I have known myself I have lived like that. One good thing my father taught me was never to trust anyone, because I could easily get my back stabbed." Huh?
"Then why are you telling me those things? Aren't they personal to you?" I asked. Fuck! I am so stupid! This would make him remember and pull back now that we had such a good conversation. No, I meant, we were talking. Since the topic is not a very pleasant one I don't think you can consider it as a "good conversation". He just shrugged.
"But my mother's friend taught me another thing, the right opposite of what my father did. So, I made a mix of both. I try to judge the people from their actions." I didn't need to know more. I just smiled kindly at him and he smirked back. Hey, we're getting along well.
"The fact I trust you doesn't mean I like you." He frowned and I laughed. I haven't done that in a year or two. He glared at me probably wondering what was so funny about his words. I shook my head and stood up, stretching my hands out, as well as my back.
"You know what? Some day, that frankness of yours is going to offend someone." I laughed again when I imagined the golden moment. Have you ever read Arina Tanemura's mangas? If you did, you would know how I imagined that moment. Vegeta glared at me again. I stopped laughing and slapped his back. Hey, I'm doing this for the first time and I already know I love doing it. Catching him off guard sure is fun. Especially when you see the grimace he makes. His nostrils and eyes get bigger and a little vein pops up on his forehead and begins to throb. Damn, it's so funny.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Giving me a heart attack or something!" He yelled on top of his lungs. I began laughing even harder. Oh, I haven't had so much fun in years. I smiled at Vegeta and he just glared at me, standing up. He snorted and went on the balcony. Damn him and his impudence. It begins getting on my nerves. But I think I have already begun dancing on his, so let's just say that makes us even.
I walked over to him and enjoyed the sensation the light wind was causing to my every fiber.
"Vegeta, if you want you can stay here for the night. I don't mind. I don't really care, but I certainly know I want to have my sleep. So I give you two opportunities. One - you get your ass in one of those comfy beds, shut the hell up and sleep like a good little boy and let me rest as well; and two - you forget all about what happened today and you go back home, get yourself beat up for all we both care about. Do whatever you want; I don't lock the door, so you're free to choose. I won't get in your way as long as you don't get in mine. So, I guess that is good night to you and sweet dreams." I said firmly and turned my back to him, going up the stairs towards my bed room. Now, that really felt strange. I don't act so friendly to anyone the first time I talk to them. And I surely don't sound like that in my head. Do I?
Don't worry, I don't do homework. Why should I? Like anybody cares what I write in my notebook, or either if I learn anything in that shitty building they call school. As long as I get fine grades, no one cares.
I got my night gown on and brushed my teeth. Even though I told him I don't care, deep down inside I hoped he would stay here. I didn't give a fuck before if anyone came in and tried to kill me or steal everything or just screw anything up around here. But now... I feel safer with him around. I mean, everyone knows Vegeta is a fighter, a very good one at that. So it just warms my heart to know finally do something for my poor neighbor.
I got under the sheets staring up at the ceiling. After so many years it turned into a habit of mine. Not that I mind. There was nothing bad in it anyway. I usually need some time before I finally go to sleep, so while I'm still awake I watch the easing darkness surrounding me. It makes my eyes relax and give in to a pleasant emotion. I don't know, at least I feel it like that. Everyone has their weaknesses, right?
I thought about the times I had spent time with my father. It was all so fun back then. I didn't care for anything. I was just a little girl, a careless child without a problem in the world. At least not in the meaning that you and I understand the word 'problem' under. I didn't have an aunt on my neck, making me do all the chores and homework, all of the paperwork about the corporation and practically everything around here. I really don't like my aunt. I bet she has nothing to do with what my mother was. If mom was white, my aunt was black. Two completely opposites. I can't believe she's still alive and my father's dead. Fate really sucks hard.
I sighed in irritation. Why was everything against me in this world? Why was everyone trying to do something to harm me in whatever possible way? And if they are, why aren't they ever succeeding to bring it all to an end and to put all of my pain to a halt, finally? It stinks this way! I don't want to live like that anymore! But I don't have the guts to slit my veins again. No... I will never forget that feeling. My stomach seemed to be up in my mouth and I felt like gagging all of my insides out. I guess that is another psycho thing about me.
I closed my eyes and tried to stop the flood of thoughts that were overwhelming me. I don't want to think so much. It gets me headaches and leads me to realizations I don't want to know. I turned around on my left side and looked at the clock. It wasn't that early. I guess I should come back from those walks I do earlier next time. I wonder what happened to Mizuhara. She isn't that late usually... Oh, whatever. Who cares? I slowly felt how I drifted off to a better land, the land of my dreams... where everything is... Well, definitely not sunshine and butterflies, but at least no one bugged me in there and I didn't have a nagging head on my shoulders, bugging the life out of me all of the time.
But as you can guess, everything had to turn out wrongly. A deadly scream woke me up. I jumped out of the bed as if a jolt ran through my body. I cringed and ran downstairs to see what happened.
I was horrified to see the picture in front of my eyes. My half naked aunt was holding a gun and it was pointed out towards Vegeta, who looked completely clueless and dazed, as I could guess he had been scared awake from his sleep. I could fully understand him right then. And behind Mizuhara there was a man, who had his hair a little messed up.
"Say good-night, criminal!" Mizuhara hissed and loaded the gun, getting it ready to shoot. My eyes got wide. Dear God, NO! I knew she could shoot him, she had did it before. NO! STOP IT! I tried to open my mouth to speak but it was too late. She had already pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at the bloody mess on the couch...
MUHAAHHAHAHA! I'm soooooooooo evil! So, what happened really? Stay tuned to find out!
