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Trunks: I still can't believe you killed off my Mom!!!!!!!!!!
Me: It was necessary, now stop distracting me!
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Trunks followed behind Sira, Who was about 15-16 with waist length blond hair with a tint of red in it and it had a pale streak running through it from the top of her head, near the front, to the bottom. She had green eyes and a solemn face, although Trunks learned later that this face was usually ready to smile. She was very skinny, a bit too skinny for Trunks' taste. That and he usually went for dark haired girls. But that didn't matter now.
;;She's a bit bossy, reminds me of- Anyway, she's bossy. ;;
Trunks thought, having to cut off a painful train of thought, He didn't even like to think about Bulma. Sira walked along a corridor and turned around, still walking but backwards. "Hey, Come up here so I don't have to keep turning around to talk to you! I don't want to run into anybody and you won't be able to hear unless I face you."
;;Wanna bet?;;
Trunks walked up till he was beside her.
"Ok, well, you know my name's Sira, only that's not my real name. My real name's Siranali, but everybody calls me Sira. Anyway, mom seems to know you, and I think you were the one that helped to build our new house, so you'll already know a bit about us. Hey, You know, I think I recognize you from somewhere else. What school did you go to before the attacks began to come over here? Oh, and how old are you? I think you're about 16, but I'm not sure."
Trunks continued to walk next to her, keeping his eyes ahead.
"Hey, helllllllooooo? I asked you a question. Hey, are you all right? Hello? Wow. do you normally ignore people? Oh, wait, you mean mom wasn't joking when she said that she hadn't been able to get a response out of you? Why don't you talk? What happened?"
Trunks just walked next to her.
"Hmmm, really the silent type, hmmm? Hey, you really need to get that cut seen to! How come you aren't screaming? I would be if that happened to me! Look, the blood's nearly dripping on the floor! Ewwwww! Come on, see if you can walk a bit faster, we're nearly there."
Trunks looked down at his arm, and saw that a few drops of blood were starting to run down the back of his wrist. He looked up and saw Sira a few feet ahead, and walked faster to catch up. She was walking a lot faster now, and he began to swing his arms a little to catch up.
;;Ow! bad move, remember not to swing the arms again. Ow, I wish this would stop hurting, it's only a scratch! I wonder if Sira talks all the time? She's a interesting person, but I wish she wouldn't talk so much.;;
Sira came to a pair of doors and walked through them, With Trunks only a few feet away behind her. They walked into a room filled with beds along the side of the wall and a few doors spaced at the end. About ¾ of the beds were full, but there seemed to be enough doctors. A woman came walking towards them, and obviously knew Sira. Trunks had met her once before, when he had had his check-up while he was here, and had hoped he wouldn't again. She was always asking questions, and got annoyed when he wouldn't answer them. Back then he wasn't sure why he wasn't talking, but he still didn't talk, and didn't listen most of the time.
"Hey, Sira, what brings you here? I hope you're feeling alright, You've still got your lesson with me tomorrow. Oh, and how come you're bringing him here? Have you got him to talk yet? No? Oh well, what's- Oh my Gosh, How'd that happen to you?"
"One of the walls collapsed and he moved Maria away from it before it could fall on her. As far as we can tell, something hit him while he was doing it."
"Ouch! Well, we'll just take him into one of the rooms, that's right dear, and we'll see if we can fix it up. My, you're brave aren't you! Hey, Sira, do you want tomorrows lesson today? I think I'm going to sew up this wound, and you can watch and learn if you like. That's if you don't mind? No, you probably don't. Anyway, do you know that the other day."
;;God, does anyone ever shut up around here? If this is Siras teacher, I think I know why she's so chatty. It's probably a self defense thing, so the nurse shuts up and listens for a while. Ouch!;;
While Trunks had been thinking, the nurse had stopped talking and was trying to remove the jacket. Trunks obligingly lifted up his arms and shrugged the jacket of his other arm. He had been made to leave his sword in his room while he was walking around the complex, so that was one less thing to worry about. With his jacket off, and the nurse amazingly silent, she gently washed of the blood and the dust that had accumulated in the wound. once she had done this, the full scope of the wound was visible. It wasn't very long, and about a quarter of a centimeter wide. Unfortunately, It was deep, and began bleeding again as soon as the blood was cleaned away. The nurse made a sound of sympathy and injected something into his arm just below the cut. After about five minutes full of chatter and the nurse saying 'we'll have to stitch the arm up, and what a nice arm it is too! How much do you work out? Hmmm, still not talking? I had a cousin once who-' and so on, His arm began to feel numb from the shoulder down and eventually the nurse stopped talking, a mercy that Trunks was glad of. "So," She said, "Does this hurt? No,? Good. Now Sira, you watch and learn." Trunks looked away. Just as the nurse was tying a bandage around his arm, while Sira kept it in place, Siras mum walked into the room, with Maria trailing behind.
"Hey, Blue, I hope you're all right. Are you getting along with Sira?" She paused, waiting for an answer. "Ok, that's fine. We'll have plenty of time to help you talk again now. The boss has requested me to let you stay in our house, as the room you're currently using is needed. Do you mind? There's a spare room next to Sira and Marias room, Maria prefers to have Sira in her room at night because she still has nightmares about the androids. Well, If you like it just show that you like it. You could smile? Oh, wait, I've not seen you smile either. Don't worry, I'll try not to hassle you in future. Come on, I'll show you your house and your room, then we can come back and get your spare clothes. Off we go!"
She walked out of the room, leaving a sort-of-shocked nurse. Siras mom walked round through the buildings, to quite some distance away, and eventually they came to a building that was so much like all the other ones around here: Concrete and unpainted. Except for this door had a pattern around it, and two hand prints on either side, one big and one small. He looked up and saw there was a bigger print above the top of the door way, but that was all he had time to notice as he walked inside. The bottom floor was made up of three rooms: The kitchen, the dining room and a living room. There were stairs by the entrance and after Trunks had been shown around the bottom floor, He was led up the following a very hyper Maria and followed by a smiling Sira. Upstairs was a corridor, and the steps were ending in the middle. He followed Maria around to the right and saw that 'Mommies Bedroom' was at the end, and two doors along the back wall of the passageway led to the bathroom and the toilet. Along the other side, on the left, there were only two doors. One, the first, led into Sira and Marias room, and he was show around it and introduced to all the toys, trying to look at them while they were being held by Maria who was bouncing up and down on the bed. Sira slept on a futon on the floor. After they had calmed Maria down, Sira showed him to the room at the end of the hall way. He saw that metal pieces for a bed were stacked up in the corner, ready to be used, and there was a chest of draws and some shelves. He walked down stairs and started to go for his clothes in his room, which he had no idea where that was, when the builder came up carrying a bag, and holding his sword on a long piece of wood.
"Well, I'd thought I'd say thanks for rescuing the little girl, eh? I must say, it was real weird when I tried to pick up your sword, It felt like it was freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time. Is it magic?"
Trunks nodded.
"Hey, that's pretty valuable then. Here you go!" He handed the bag and the sword over to Trunks and walked off. Trunks walked up the stairs and began to pack everything away. Just as he was finishing, and trying to figure out where to put his sword, he heard Sira.
"Well, looks like you're settling in well! Unfortunately, a storm seems to settling in too. Mind you, I like storms, it's just now the houses won't be able to be built. Do you know how dangerous it's getting to try and build a house? A couple of days ago, A man slipped of a ladder and broke his ankle, and a while back somebody got his hand cut off cutting the fleximetal. Oh, and then about three weeks ago, a woman died trying to fix her house. It was really sad, my mom knew her. Hey, are you ok? Oh shit, what did I say?"
Trunks had turned away on the bed, facing the window, when she had started about the accidents. Now she had walked around, and saw a tear was slowly running down his cheek.
"Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry, I really am. Hey, don't cry." Sira sat on the bed next to him.
"Oh, shit. You came in about three weeks ago, didn't you? Oh, Kami, was that your mom? Hey, I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"Hey, you spoke! I didn't know you could do that!" Trunks almost smiled at this.
"I don't speak. There's no need to."
"You just did."
"There was a reason."
"There wasn't then. But don't worry, you've got a nice voice, and you should use it more often." Trunks was silent at this, trying not the let another tear escape. What would his father have thought if he saw him crying?
;;She doesn't know that mom used to say the same thing. Oh, Damn.;;
Another tear trickled down.
"Hey, I told you not to cry. Don't worry, I'm sure she's happy wherever she is now." Her voice was reassuring, as was the arm she slipped around his shoulders. They sat like that for a while until a particularly loud burst of thunder sent Maria running into the room, and jumping on the bed.
"It's scary outside!" She wailed.
"Hey, Don't worry, It'll pass. Everything does, you know." said Sira
;; She's right. everything passes eventually, maybe so will my sadness. But it still hurts.;;
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Ack, two chapters already! Wow! Please Review people, I need some kind of opinion on in, so please review!
Trunks: I still can't believe you killed off my Mom!!!!!!!!!!
Me: It was necessary, now stop distracting me!
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Trunks followed behind Sira, Who was about 15-16 with waist length blond hair with a tint of red in it and it had a pale streak running through it from the top of her head, near the front, to the bottom. She had green eyes and a solemn face, although Trunks learned later that this face was usually ready to smile. She was very skinny, a bit too skinny for Trunks' taste. That and he usually went for dark haired girls. But that didn't matter now.
;;She's a bit bossy, reminds me of- Anyway, she's bossy. ;;
Trunks thought, having to cut off a painful train of thought, He didn't even like to think about Bulma. Sira walked along a corridor and turned around, still walking but backwards. "Hey, Come up here so I don't have to keep turning around to talk to you! I don't want to run into anybody and you won't be able to hear unless I face you."
;;Wanna bet?;;
Trunks walked up till he was beside her.
"Ok, well, you know my name's Sira, only that's not my real name. My real name's Siranali, but everybody calls me Sira. Anyway, mom seems to know you, and I think you were the one that helped to build our new house, so you'll already know a bit about us. Hey, You know, I think I recognize you from somewhere else. What school did you go to before the attacks began to come over here? Oh, and how old are you? I think you're about 16, but I'm not sure."
Trunks continued to walk next to her, keeping his eyes ahead.
"Hey, helllllllooooo? I asked you a question. Hey, are you all right? Hello? Wow. do you normally ignore people? Oh, wait, you mean mom wasn't joking when she said that she hadn't been able to get a response out of you? Why don't you talk? What happened?"
Trunks just walked next to her.
"Hmmm, really the silent type, hmmm? Hey, you really need to get that cut seen to! How come you aren't screaming? I would be if that happened to me! Look, the blood's nearly dripping on the floor! Ewwwww! Come on, see if you can walk a bit faster, we're nearly there."
Trunks looked down at his arm, and saw that a few drops of blood were starting to run down the back of his wrist. He looked up and saw Sira a few feet ahead, and walked faster to catch up. She was walking a lot faster now, and he began to swing his arms a little to catch up.
;;Ow! bad move, remember not to swing the arms again. Ow, I wish this would stop hurting, it's only a scratch! I wonder if Sira talks all the time? She's a interesting person, but I wish she wouldn't talk so much.;;
Sira came to a pair of doors and walked through them, With Trunks only a few feet away behind her. They walked into a room filled with beds along the side of the wall and a few doors spaced at the end. About ¾ of the beds were full, but there seemed to be enough doctors. A woman came walking towards them, and obviously knew Sira. Trunks had met her once before, when he had had his check-up while he was here, and had hoped he wouldn't again. She was always asking questions, and got annoyed when he wouldn't answer them. Back then he wasn't sure why he wasn't talking, but he still didn't talk, and didn't listen most of the time.
"Hey, Sira, what brings you here? I hope you're feeling alright, You've still got your lesson with me tomorrow. Oh, and how come you're bringing him here? Have you got him to talk yet? No? Oh well, what's- Oh my Gosh, How'd that happen to you?"
"One of the walls collapsed and he moved Maria away from it before it could fall on her. As far as we can tell, something hit him while he was doing it."
"Ouch! Well, we'll just take him into one of the rooms, that's right dear, and we'll see if we can fix it up. My, you're brave aren't you! Hey, Sira, do you want tomorrows lesson today? I think I'm going to sew up this wound, and you can watch and learn if you like. That's if you don't mind? No, you probably don't. Anyway, do you know that the other day."
;;God, does anyone ever shut up around here? If this is Siras teacher, I think I know why she's so chatty. It's probably a self defense thing, so the nurse shuts up and listens for a while. Ouch!;;
While Trunks had been thinking, the nurse had stopped talking and was trying to remove the jacket. Trunks obligingly lifted up his arms and shrugged the jacket of his other arm. He had been made to leave his sword in his room while he was walking around the complex, so that was one less thing to worry about. With his jacket off, and the nurse amazingly silent, she gently washed of the blood and the dust that had accumulated in the wound. once she had done this, the full scope of the wound was visible. It wasn't very long, and about a quarter of a centimeter wide. Unfortunately, It was deep, and began bleeding again as soon as the blood was cleaned away. The nurse made a sound of sympathy and injected something into his arm just below the cut. After about five minutes full of chatter and the nurse saying 'we'll have to stitch the arm up, and what a nice arm it is too! How much do you work out? Hmmm, still not talking? I had a cousin once who-' and so on, His arm began to feel numb from the shoulder down and eventually the nurse stopped talking, a mercy that Trunks was glad of. "So," She said, "Does this hurt? No,? Good. Now Sira, you watch and learn." Trunks looked away. Just as the nurse was tying a bandage around his arm, while Sira kept it in place, Siras mum walked into the room, with Maria trailing behind.
"Hey, Blue, I hope you're all right. Are you getting along with Sira?" She paused, waiting for an answer. "Ok, that's fine. We'll have plenty of time to help you talk again now. The boss has requested me to let you stay in our house, as the room you're currently using is needed. Do you mind? There's a spare room next to Sira and Marias room, Maria prefers to have Sira in her room at night because she still has nightmares about the androids. Well, If you like it just show that you like it. You could smile? Oh, wait, I've not seen you smile either. Don't worry, I'll try not to hassle you in future. Come on, I'll show you your house and your room, then we can come back and get your spare clothes. Off we go!"
She walked out of the room, leaving a sort-of-shocked nurse. Siras mom walked round through the buildings, to quite some distance away, and eventually they came to a building that was so much like all the other ones around here: Concrete and unpainted. Except for this door had a pattern around it, and two hand prints on either side, one big and one small. He looked up and saw there was a bigger print above the top of the door way, but that was all he had time to notice as he walked inside. The bottom floor was made up of three rooms: The kitchen, the dining room and a living room. There were stairs by the entrance and after Trunks had been shown around the bottom floor, He was led up the following a very hyper Maria and followed by a smiling Sira. Upstairs was a corridor, and the steps were ending in the middle. He followed Maria around to the right and saw that 'Mommies Bedroom' was at the end, and two doors along the back wall of the passageway led to the bathroom and the toilet. Along the other side, on the left, there were only two doors. One, the first, led into Sira and Marias room, and he was show around it and introduced to all the toys, trying to look at them while they were being held by Maria who was bouncing up and down on the bed. Sira slept on a futon on the floor. After they had calmed Maria down, Sira showed him to the room at the end of the hall way. He saw that metal pieces for a bed were stacked up in the corner, ready to be used, and there was a chest of draws and some shelves. He walked down stairs and started to go for his clothes in his room, which he had no idea where that was, when the builder came up carrying a bag, and holding his sword on a long piece of wood.
"Well, I'd thought I'd say thanks for rescuing the little girl, eh? I must say, it was real weird when I tried to pick up your sword, It felt like it was freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time. Is it magic?"
Trunks nodded.
"Hey, that's pretty valuable then. Here you go!" He handed the bag and the sword over to Trunks and walked off. Trunks walked up the stairs and began to pack everything away. Just as he was finishing, and trying to figure out where to put his sword, he heard Sira.
"Well, looks like you're settling in well! Unfortunately, a storm seems to settling in too. Mind you, I like storms, it's just now the houses won't be able to be built. Do you know how dangerous it's getting to try and build a house? A couple of days ago, A man slipped of a ladder and broke his ankle, and a while back somebody got his hand cut off cutting the fleximetal. Oh, and then about three weeks ago, a woman died trying to fix her house. It was really sad, my mom knew her. Hey, are you ok? Oh shit, what did I say?"
Trunks had turned away on the bed, facing the window, when she had started about the accidents. Now she had walked around, and saw a tear was slowly running down his cheek.
"Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry, I really am. Hey, don't cry." Sira sat on the bed next to him.
"Oh, shit. You came in about three weeks ago, didn't you? Oh, Kami, was that your mom? Hey, I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"Hey, you spoke! I didn't know you could do that!" Trunks almost smiled at this.
"I don't speak. There's no need to."
"You just did."
"There was a reason."
"There wasn't then. But don't worry, you've got a nice voice, and you should use it more often." Trunks was silent at this, trying not the let another tear escape. What would his father have thought if he saw him crying?
;;She doesn't know that mom used to say the same thing. Oh, Damn.;;
Another tear trickled down.
"Hey, I told you not to cry. Don't worry, I'm sure she's happy wherever she is now." Her voice was reassuring, as was the arm she slipped around his shoulders. They sat like that for a while until a particularly loud burst of thunder sent Maria running into the room, and jumping on the bed.
"It's scary outside!" She wailed.
"Hey, Don't worry, It'll pass. Everything does, you know." said Sira
;; She's right. everything passes eventually, maybe so will my sadness. But it still hurts.;;
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Ack, two chapters already! Wow! Please Review people, I need some kind of opinion on in, so please review!