Warnings: The usual rotten language of the characters, and a bit more to the "romance" sections. In case you havn't read the first and second parts, If you dissagree with the "Trunks/Juuhachi" theme, or you don't like Juunana with someone, don't bother reading this.
Credits: I want to extend a thank you to Shadonyx for helping me out a bit with a few lines, and for giving me the idea to put Juuhachi and Trunks together in the first place. ^_~
By the way, please read & review! It's much appreciated.
That said, happy reading!
~Shino Kouen, the author
Tears of the Sun
(Formerly known as Unshed Tears)
~Part Three~
"We look at each other, wondering what the other is thinking, but we never say a thing, and these crimes between us grow deeper." --DMB; Ants Marching
~~***~~
He appeared silent and calm as he watched the sun rise, bloodying the sky, though inside him, an emotional war raged on. What was going to happen now?
He looked down into the palm of his hand at the golden earrings, and all memories of the prior day came flooding back, slapping him across the face to shame him, but leaving a tingling feeling where she'd kissed him so gently.
"Juuhachi..."
~~***~~
As the sky began soaking up the red color radiated by the sun, she pulled the jacket even closer around her shoulders, though not because she was cold.
Why? Why had she so impulsivly told him what she had? Why had she slaimed she wouldn't kill him? What would she do now, when her brother dragged her out to fight him? Could she still manage that?
Her stomach fluttered when she remembered the soft blue of his eyes. "Trunks..."
~~***~~
He was crazy, he knew it, or at least he was halucinating. His sister was not sitting on the hill wearing Trunks's jacket. She was not whispering his name breathlessly. And he was not thinking about Akiko!
What was it that girl possed that made him kiss her? Why did he want to kiss her again, more passionately the this time? Why had he gone back to see her in the first place? What the Hell was wrong with him?!
He groaned deep in his throat, wishing he didn't have to wait for his sister to be done watching the sun. He shifted his wait onto his other foot impatiently. He needed to go fight Trunks. He needed to get his mind off of that girl!!
"Aki...er... Juuhachi! Come on, let's go! I'm sick of waiting for you!" He turned away from his sister, smacked himself in the forehead, and hissed, "Damnit, Akiko! Get the Hell out of my mind!"
~~***~~
She snapped her head up almost violently as she heard something splash into the water a few feet ahead of her. She was sitting under the willow tree at "her place." It had only been a rock, but it had startled her out of her daydreaming. She'd been so jumpy lately!
She was thinking of him again.
She shook her head harshly in frustration, then rested it in her hands, with elbows propped up on her knees. 'What's happening to me, anyway?' She thought. Daydreaming of sexy Jinzouningen wasn't something she usually did. She needed to get her focus back, but she didn't know how. Everything spun for a moment as all her thoughts whirled around.
Finally she relaxed, succeeding to clear her mind, and rested her head against the bark of the tree. 'I can't even find something to keep me busy anymore. The world is half destroyed, what am I supposed to do anyway? ...ARG!' She threw her arms up in a screaming frustration as his face invaded her head again. She breathed heavily to calm herself down, and finally put her head down on her knees, chewing on her lip.
After a moment, she pulled herself up and looked around. Maybe he'd come, just maybe. She decided to wait for him. If she waited long enough maybe he would come.
"Juunana-gou..."
~~***~~
She caught herself in a drifted thought again when her brother let out a short laugh. He was waving his hand in front of her face.
"You in there Juuhachi? Damn, you're so distant today."
"Oh.. um... sorry." She hated sounding so inferior.
"Guess what, Nee-chan."
"What?"
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so she could see him. "I've found our toy."
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him, some glitter of pain and anger mixed in his eyes as he eyed her. She blinked rapidly, trying to shut out his image, but he was there, and he was real. She would have to face him. 'You were mistaken, Juuhachi,' she told herself, 'You don't want anything from him. He's just someone in the way of your mission. Get... over...him...NOW!'
She snapped out of her trance rather quickly, her old self casting it's powers over her, and she was thankful her brother was there to keep her from drifting off again. "Let's... get this over with," she growled, low in her throat.
Juunana snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, amused by his sister's mood shifts and words that avoided what she meant and what she wanted to say. "Oh Juuhachi..." She glanced over at him. "Why don't you just fuck him? I'm sure a Saiya-jin has to be a lot of fun in bed."
She turned around to face him, horrified that he would say something like that. "Juunana-gou! What the Hell's wrong with you?!"
He shrugged carelessly. "I simply see the situation for what it is, sister dear. You've got a 'thing' for the monkey. Fuck him a few times and have some fun."
Trunks chose that minute to interupt. "You're going to DIE, Juunanagou!"
Juuhachi spun around to look at Trunks. "No he's not!" She screamed, shooting a tiny ki blast at his shoulder to throw him off.
"That's the Nee-chan I know." Juunanagou smirked. "Let's kill this boy, Juuhachi."
She clenched her teeth, and spun on her heal. "I'm not doing ANYTHING." She clenched her fists and stalked away.
Juunana grinned foolishly at Trunks. "I think you're getting to her, Saiya-jin." He laughed, then jetted off into the sky.
Trunks stood in angry shock, needing to get away and think things out. He stuffed his hands lazily in his pockets and strolled away.
~~***~~
He smiled lazily when her head jerked up, eyes alive and sparkling. He decided he liked the life that danced there.
"Good morning," he said, strolling over to her slowly.
"What do you want, Juunanagou?" She snapped, a little upset that he'd surprised her.
"What, you didn't miss me?" He cocked his head to the side, playfully.
She drew her knees up to her chest and sighed deeply. "I'm really not in the mood for your mind games."
"Aw, come on," he shined, crouching beside her and tilting her chin towards him with his index finger. "Work with me here, I'm having a rough day all ready." He stood and pulled her up with him, though she did not come willingly.
"Why'd you come back?" she asked.
He smirked. "I'll admit, Akiko, you've intrigued me." He stepped a little closer, and she felt the bark of the tree against her back as she attempted to keep th origional distance between them and failed. "Don't I interest you, Akiko?" He didn't wait for an answer before bringing his lips to hers, proding gently at them with his tongue before she opened them, and allowed him inside.
She chose to say something when he finally drew his head back. "What made you do that?"
"I all ready told you." He leaned towards her again, both of them endulging in another kiss.
He felt her hands twisting into his hair and pulled back. Hazily, she looked up at him with a sort of derived desire in her eyes.
"No more today," he said, stepping back. She stared at him sullenly, lips slightly parted, breathing deeply. He turned his back and took off again, leaving her to stare after him in confusion, just like the last time.
~~***~~
He groaned, rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. His head had chosen not to leave him alone the night before, and it was still persistant this morning.. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he hated himself for the fact, he could not push her out of his mind.
He should've killed her.
He had to kill her in revenge for his best friend and teacher, for the father he wasn't given the chance to have, and all of the innocent deaths that had occured on Chikyuu. He had to do it to free himself of all the guilt and misery... right?
But he knew he couldn't.
Something about her, some tiny little peice of her, intrigued him to no end. A tinly little shred of light that he wanted to be nothing more than his own. Even when he saw her from a distance it felt like ice cold water sloshed in his stomach, his head spun, and his cheek tingled. His memory refused to let go of the fact that her lips had brushed against his skin... perposfully.... and his imagination refused not to try to change that image to his mout against hers, and it gave him a twinge that showed him a good idea of how much of a desireful teen he was.
He groaned at the sickeningly wonderful throbbing between his thighs, clenching his eyes shut in some weak attempt to stop the craving he wished full-heartidly he wasn't experiencing. His heart beat rapidly, pounding in his ears.
What was... this feeling...?
Growling at himself, he crawled out of his bed of twisted, sweaty sheets, fumbling in his pocket for the crumpled peice of paper with elegant handwritting scrawled quickly acrossed it in a few lines, and attempted to re-read it with only the early shreds of the morning sung for light.
'I'll be on the hill at sunrise... perhaps I'll see you there.'
He wrinkled it up and threw it on the floor as if it had burned him, then hurridly shrugged into his jacket, which he'd found folded crisply at his front door with the note tucked in the sleeve.
He stamped over to his window and yanked it open, soon after pausing to take a few shakey breaths and rested his head against the window frame.
The emotional war roared on.
~~***~~
She sat with her back rigid, legs crossed, and head bent downwards to overlook the city.
"Why'd you come?" She asked as his boot touched the ground.
"I... I though you...wanted me to..."
"This could be a trap, you know."
"Yeah..." he was close behind her, and she turned, letting their glassy eyes lock. "But it's not."
"Yeah..?" She rose to be closer to his height. "But why did you really come?"
"I wanted to... find something out..."
"So do I..." her eyes searched his desperatly.
"You do?" he gulped.
"Yeah." It barely came out a murmer as she tilted her mouth upwards, letting her lips dance lightly against his, catching him off guard so that he gasped air in and it caught in his throat. She smiled inwardly, her lips still pressed against his, tongue slipped between his lips and pressing against his teeth until they parted, then twining together in a slow ritual, though both of them were only mildly satisfied. A moan escaped Trunks's lips and he decided to become more active, darting his tongue in her mouth, then nibbling at her lips.
Suddenly, as if she realized what she was doing, she jerked her head back, eyes glassy with some unnamed emotions, silently reminding him that they bothe knew this was wrong. For everlasting seconds they regarded each other, not knowing what to do next. Then, finally, he spoke.
"Juuhachi, I..." She watched him carefully, waiting for him to continue. "Uh..." he swallowed hard, not sure what he'd planned on saying origionally. Another silence lodged between them. "I think I'm..." he stopped. "No, nevermind." He turned away, ready to leave, but she caught his wrist, capturing him. "Juuhachi, please..."
"No, tell me."
He didn't turn around to look at her, he couldn't stand to see her icy eyes. "I... I think I'm in love with you," he finished quickly.
He felt her fingers drop his wrist, but he didn't turn around. For about a minute there, eyes downcast, afraid to lift his head. When he finally did, she was gone. He hadn't expected her to be there, and now with every second that passed he regreted saying those words even more.
Now he was even more certain that the next time they met she'd kill him, and with Juunana-gou as a brother, it could be sooner than he was hoping for.
End of Part III, look for Part IV soon! Please review this story!!! Thanks! ~Kouen