Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Period. I don't see why I constantly have to reiterate this, but if it'll keep lawyers away from here, then so be it.
A/N: All hail, your queen is here! All bow down before me…*cricket chips* Boy, do I feel special. Not to worry. *Pushes 'play' on stereo and chanting begans* "AGalaxiaGoddess, AGalaxiaGoddess, AGalaxiaGoddess…" *Gloats* Aww, you guys are too kind. ; p
A/N: Wow, two in a row! Twice I've found some spare time to write this story when I thought I would be surrounded with schoolwork. Maybe I should start announcing how busy I am, this way I can get the chapters rolling.
* This fanfic is dedicated to Lily. Read her stories! ; ) More A/N at the end.
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Hatred In the Air
The night continued with endless laughter and music vibrating in the outside air. The music was lively, blasting off the speaker, allowing anyone in the room to go all out on the dance floor. For the ones who decided to sit this one out were tapping to the rhythm of the song.
In a secluded corner, two brown, menacing eyes scrutinized a certain pair, dancing their heart out. A low, irritably growl erupted from its throat for what seems like the seventh time that night, with fists clutched to the sides, resisting the urge to rip the couples apart. A hand subconsciously reached for the plastic cup, once again, that contained a brown hue liquid with a horrid stench attempting to contain its current emotion. To others, the brown liquid was like a poison that has the ability to control weak minds, mainly humans. To the silhouette sitting in the shadowy corner, the liquid was an ecstasy, or more of a medicine. If the figure didn't gulp down the liquid, it would feel incapable of standing, or even being in the same room with them.
"Arg," it let out another irritable growl, as the couple moved closer together, continuing their dance. Unfortunately for this spectator, the next song was a soft one. The onlooker glanced down on the now wet fist, previously holding the cup, which now turned into a recycled trash.
"Jealous, are we?"
"Go away," she slurred, getting ready to gulp down another cup.
"You're drunk," he stated simply, concern evidently heard in his voice and whether it was audible to her or not she didn't acknowledged it. He quickly took away the poison liquid before it reached her lips.
"Give that back!" she attempted to snatch her 'medication,' instead she fell off her seat when he dodged her grasp.
He sighed. Helping her back on her seat, he began, "look, I know how you feel, but this…" he indicated the drink he held up, "isn't going to solve your problem."
As realization dawned on her, despite her current state, she gazed at him, wide eyed, "you don't want them together, any more than I do," she smiled, her eyes narrowed. "I think we have something in common after all."
"What, do you have a plan?" he asked, almost sarcastically. He wasn't convinced that she could come up with anything, in the state she was in. All he received as her reply was a menacing smile before collapsing back on the ground. He sighed again, averting her state and towards the dance floor. His eyes frowned into a narrow indignant look as the blonde intertwined her finger on the jet-black, spiked up hair, with his arms gradually pulling her closer towards him. They were getting comfortable with each other, maybe too comfortable. 'Yes, they must be separated and fast,' he thought. 'The longer they are together, it seems, the harder it is to tear them apart. Plus, the day that guy finds true happiness is the day I…nope, not die, that's too morbid. The day I…am put to jail!' The onlooker continued his scrutinizing gaze, all the while, a diabolic plan was forming in his head. While the oblivious pairs continued their dance together, he smiled as it just might be their last.
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"Is it just me or does it seems like everyone's looking at us?" Marron asked, the question that was aggravating her in the back of her mind.
"Really? I hadn't noticed," he smiled, so caught up in her mesmerizing gaze. He couldn't believe that she inherited her eyes from her mother. Her mother, 18's eyes were cold, harsh, and simply evil. While Marron's were a replica of her mother's, but she had a way of making them look…innocent. Her eyes were hypnotizing even if she wasn't intentionally doing so.
Marron smiled back. If she wasn't so preoccupy with her mind, she would have blushed, but she was contemplating as to whether or not she should tell him. 'C'mon Marron, you can do it. You have his attention, use it before someone interrupts.'
Her visage must have synchronized with her mind, which was why Goten asked, "Marron, is something wrong?"
Snapping out of her reverie, she gazed into his ebony eyes, "huh, no Goten…actually, can we talk? Alone?"
"Sure," he said, slightly hesitating. Now Goten was worried. He couldn't understand the sudden change, but he temporarily placed his thoughts in the back of his mind, while leading her outside, in a nearby balcony. He closed the glass door, which has subtle designs carved onto its border, making it seemed like it came from an aristocrats' mansion, behind him to insure their privacy.
Silence fill the air as the two stared at the stars above, each caught in their own thought. There was an awkward feeling towards this calmness. Marron was still figuring out as to how to announce this news to Goten. Goten, in the other hand, was contemplating as to why she had a sudden urgency to tell him and he didn't know whether it would be appropriate to break into her train of thoughts. Before he was about to do just that, Marron beat him to it.
"Goten, I don't know how else I'm going to say this, but…" she began. "I guess I have always liked you when we were little, I mean, I have this respect for you. Maybe this came from the fact that you were always there for me no matter the circumstances. I think I started realizing this from this couple of weeks, though it was chaotic, but it made me realize it nonetheless…My feelings towards you have somehow grew into something more. What I'm trying to say is…ILOVEYOU!" At the last part she had kept her eyes closed, fearing the result. She held her breath as she awaited the agonizing answer and her mind began reprimanding her of her confession. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It's too late to take that back now. Might as well play it out till the end.'
Suddenly, she felt soft, moistured skin-like on her lips. She opened her eyes to gaze at the intrusion, soon to be replaced with a wide-eyed, gawking Marron. Goten was…kissing her? She took a few steps back, surprised evident in her visage.
Goten frowned, having seen this, gently approached her and resumed kissing her tenderly. He smiled when she responded and after a while, they came up for air, but he made sure they were inches apart when he whispered, "I love you too." They gradually lean forward into each other, each caught up in the romantic atmosphere. They stayed like that: in each other's embraced, locked in a passionate kiss, and underneath the night's stars.
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Inside the house, next to the balcony window, a pair of spectator with narrowed eyes breathed, "I better launch my plan before this gets any further."
To be continued…
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Lily - *blushes* aww, thank you! You are too kind. I believe you're the only person that has put me in their 'favorite stories.' *Blushes some more* Okay, I'm going to stop blushing before my face stays that way. Don't say that about your work because I, personally, love them. So here's the question: When are YOU going to update?
StarryEyedNamek - Speaking of updating fanfics, when are you going to update YOUR fics? I hope it's soon. Hm, I think I will start an update list considering the fact the I usually ask for authors to do the same. Fire? Haha, you're a funny gal.
A/N: Hehe, I bet you guys can't guess who's the mysterious person is. This will give you guys something to write on your review. *HINT, HINT* This has got to be the shortest chapters so far. *Grins* But not to worry, more will be on its way, I just don't know when.
A/N: Please review this fic. Tell me what you think. Suggestions/ Comments are welcome but please, no flames.