Raindrops
Chapter 9: In Attempts To Forget
A/N: Hey guys, very busy since school started and haven't been able to put out my quick updates! I will be updating at a slower pace but I truly hope you enjoy this chapter Sorry :(. Btw, I know in America, the legal drinking age is 21, but I'm going off Japan which is 20. We all have our vices, don't we?
Warning it does get a little bit hmmphhotnheavyhmmph but not the way you expect I think.
It has been two weeks and Marron has heard nothing from her hybrid friends since that dreadful evening. She began to focus on working rather than worrying as neither of the two wished to communicate with the blonde for some ungodly reason she simply couldn't wrap her head around. She glanced emptily at the clothing racks, her fingers playing with the fabrics almost as if she were lost in thought. It was a beautiful piece, Marron thought. But she knew she had confidence the size of a pebble. Her mind recalled Goten's comment making her want to crawl back into her hermit shell.
It was a beautiful pearly satin fabric with a lacy neckline, paired with equally shiny light green ruched shorts. The blonde's eyes looked over it, feeling the piece's texture and for a moment considered just buying it, not caring what anyone had to say. She grit her teeth, cursing herself for being so immature. "Ma'am," a voice gently stated, "do you need any help?"
Marron broke out of her pensive state and shook her head "no". Marron sighed as her fingers released the fabric and headed out of the store. She wasn't accustomed to visiting the mall without Valese, who would drag the blonde around to low-brow stores. She continuously kept putting off visiting stores for herself for once. Her birthday was fast approaching and she hardly felt like it was, what with the lack of friendship and joy around her as of late...it was hard to imagine how or why.
She mounted the escalator descending into the masses of humans scattering about the mall. She felt very small, almost invisible. She found comfort in that invisibility. As her eyes looked downward she sensed a pair of eyes boring into her, and as the blonde turned her head she spotted the two green eyes glaring into her very soul. "Marron?" She almost swore he mouthed her name. Panic arose in her chest as her eyes followed his form ascending to the next floor. The blonde felt that shield of invisibility dissipated as she desperately chased the end of the escalator. Her hands clutching onto her cross body bag as she swam through the ocean of colorful waves.
She listened as her brown heels clicked against the flooring, reaching directly for the door. Marron didn't expect Cash to be there out of all the people in West City. As soon as she reached the parking lot she hastily took off her shoes, stuffing them into her bag and with the little ki she had, pushed herself into the sky, flying fast enough that no human would catch her, hiding in the midst of the clouds. She clutched to her bag as tight as she could allowing the wind to guide her in the direction of her home. Cash was a difficult subject for the blonde to hold on to.
Seeing his sharp jaw and emerald eyes struck fear more than anything else in the blonde. There was a distinct point in her teenage years that man waltzed into her life and left just as quickly. Here she was again, running from her past. Marron's early life was often met with memories of seclusion and sheltering, specifically after the events of Buu. Her mother and father hid a lot from the young blonde. Her only connection with people her age being Goten and Trunks...and even then, those experiences were few and far in-between. And as she reached her age of entering a normal high school, Marron found herself hiding.
The blonde was never much of a flier, she much preferred to walk or drive like a normal human. Marron never truly accepted the power her family and family friends held, often wishing to live as normally as possible...normalcy was all she wished for. Yet since truly befriending Trunks, she's taken up the practice of flight for her own convenience, gaining the slightest ki boost from the activity. The blonde landed on the soft grass, feeling it crunch beneath the soles of her feet. Glancing upwards she caught sight of the lavender-haired hybrid staring out into the distance, the blonde's eyes flicked over to his hands holding a note of some kind.
"Marron?" Trunks called out, not even looking back. Shit, Marron quickly thought, I forgot about ki-sensing. "Trying to sneak up on me, blondie?" He asked now whipping his head back, a smirk on his lips as he motioned her to come over. And of course, she complied, sitting on the pier beside him. She could feel the ocean breeze intertwining between the strands of gold hair. Trunks glanced over to her, the brown fabric wrapped around her clung tightly to her skin as the rest of the fabric flew in the direction of the wind. "Weird you were flying, Mar," Trunks stated as he leaned on his palms, "didn't take you for much of a flier."
Marron shook her head, her eyes clinging to the blue waves in the distance. "I'm not," Marron began, her nails tapping against her bag. "Was trying to get away from someone." Trunks quirked a brow, alarmed for the well-being of the blonde but before he could even ask she continued saying, "it's nothing serious just...an ex-boyfriend."
Trunks sighed, wiping a metaphorical sweat off his brow. "Oh man, I thought you were trapped in some pyramid scheme or something," Trunks quipped. "What's so bad about an ex-boyfriend anyway? What, did he cheat on you or something?" Trunks asked before pulling out a cigarette, offering one to the blonde which she refused.
She couldn't help but shake her head at Trunks' comment. "How do you always manage to guess what misfortunes happen to me?" Marron complained watching as he lit the cigarette, "it's almost like you know." Marron stated bitterly.
"Trunks Briefs, boy genius, martial artist and now, psychic," Trunks stated taking a puff and blowing out smoke. "I'm a man of many talents."
Marron scoffed, glad that the hybrid was in, what seemed to be such a good mood. She carefully crossed her legs sitting up as she stared off into the distance, "guess I'm just...running away from someone," Marron started feeling herself about to go off in a tangent before shaking her head. "Forget about it, it doesn't matter much anyway." Trunks shook his head, nudging the blonde to go on, for once he'd like to hear of problem's that weren't his own. It felt as though he had no real escape for the thoughts that pestered him day-in and day-out. "It's silly, actually. Pretty stupid when I think about it," Marron began trying to avoid retelling the same story. "Well, Cash..." The blonde was quickly interrupted from a snicker from Trunks.
"What kind of parent names their kid, Cash?" Trunks snickered.
"The same ones that'd name their kid Trunks Briefs," Marron replied dryly before turning her cheek to the Saiyan, "anyway, Cash was my first boyfriend and...I don't know what I was thinking..." the blonde continued rubbing her arm subconsciously, almost instinctively drawing herself back. "I was sixteen and I-" Marron shook her head, her voice laced in a burst of forced laughter that Trunks immediately recognized. "Seriously Trunks, it doesn't matter, d-don't worry so much about it," Marron replied dismissing whatever Trunks had hanging from his lips.
Trunks knitted his purple brows, dark blue eyes trying to capture her's and yet her averting gaze told him whatever he needed to know. "Marron, it's fine just tell me," Trunks coaxed, his hand gently placed on her shoulder.
Marron quickly jumped to her feet, pushing off Trunks' hand and began to open her bag, frustratedly whilst aggressively saying, "Trunks, I said I didn't want to talk about this anymore!" Feeling her ears grow hot at her frustration with the half-breed, "I'm going home, please, just leave me alone." He watched her jam her feet back into her brown heels, and storm off. His eyes keeping careful watch of the blonde's bouncing curls as she made her way out of her line of sight.
The blue-eyed blonde didn't make it very far, as she turned into the first bar she saw open and stumbled and stomped her way inside, huffing as she sat down on the barstool. Ordering one, two, three shots of tequila too many and soon found herself in a fumbling mess. They always did call her a lightweight. She stumbled past the door, her arm resting on the wall as she attempted to re-stabilize her perception. Marron hardly drank, but when her past came knocking down her door her hand went to the bottle. With flushed cheeks and a miserable attempt at bedroom eyes, the blonde scanned about searching for someone - anyone who could take those vivid memories away.
All in some selfish attempt to forget. Marron could feel her mind thrashing against itself, as she clumsily looped her arms around someone she couldn't recognize. Visage of tan skin and equally intoxicated breath...perhaps he too wanted to forget. Her mind battled against her own actions as she kissed a nameless face, held his hands as though they were important to her. It was an antic disposition, a single night or so she said. Yet the stumbling blonde found herself in a car she couldn't recognize with hands she couldn't recall the touch of going up and down her waist. She recalled the blonde hair that intermingled with her own, the smell of booze reeking across the vehicle.
Marron, heavy-lidded and disoriented, glanced at her own drunken reflection in the rearview mirror, pausing as she watched this stranger kiss her neck. Eyes devoid of all emotion as she raked her nails through his hair, tears cascading down her cheeks. Before plummeting back down to whatever sloppy ministrations he had for her. 'Make me forget,' her lips nearly allowed the lascivious thought to escape.
All before she broke - her mind desperately attempting to relinquish itself from a tormented past while her body gave no indication of inner turmoil to the stranger using her flesh to satisfy his lecherous desires.
With her clothes improperly buttoned and hair in a disheveled mess, she stumbled out of the vehicle. Her glazed eyes tracking the wisps of the city lights, forgetting the man who called for her in a name she could not recognize. Manicured nails traced along the brick walls, tears cascading down her mascara-stained cheeks. But all her mind could ask was to forget. Somehow in her inebriated state, she stumbled into the apartment building and pressed a button leading to the nicely decorated entrance of a penthouse door.
Before Marron could even peep a sound, the door swung open. An agitated Trunks making an appearance only to soften just as quickly as he came in. "Oh, Kami," Trunks uttered out. "What the hell happened?"
Marron could hardly speak intelligible words as she stumbled towards him and cried. As soon as he could smell the overpowering scent of alcohol and cologne he could only assume two things, and neither was any good. Trunks instinctively checked her face much like his mother would after sparring with Goten, checking every corner of her face for a bruise or a hit. But, thankfully no sign of any pain, to Trunks' relief. He glanced at her clothes, noticing how awfully disheveled they were and decided, against his better judgment to let her come into his apartment.
"Damn it, Mar," Trunks grunted, throwing an arm over her and guiding her inside. "You've got a whole lot of nerve showing up at my house like this," Trunks mumbled, knowing in reality, he couldn't care less. What with how giving she has been to him, it'd be hypocritical to judge. The hybrid patted her hair down and guided her to his bedroom, allowing her to rest in his bed before he brought her water and a banana that she likely wasn't going to eat. He glanced at the blonde already asleep in his bed, her tear stains marking her tired face.
Trunks couldn't imagine what exactly occurred, and somehow...he was jealous? There was a slight ire burning in his chest that he knew the blonde was in the arms of someone else, and for a second he actually damned her for not coming to him. He sighed as he grabbed a pillow and blanket from his room and took it to where his fireplace was, throwing it over the couch and dreading the long morning that was already fast approaching.
A/N: I know, shorter than the usual chapters but it's a bit of a set up to some future events (alsooo, I was drained of my writing juices...Darn you school!) I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to review I love hearing from my readers! (Concrit welcome too ;) )