That night I lay staring up at the ceiling. That same phrase played over in my mind. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do…"
Groaning, I lifted a pillow and smothered it against my face. I was going insane. Actually, that didn't sound bad. Mental patients get those nice little padded cells I could bang my head against.
"Kami, I am going mad," I muttered, flinging aside the pillow and sitting up.
I could see the moon shining through the thin curtains. They must have wished it back a while ago. It was full, a perfect round circle of pale yellow light.
Walking over to the window, I slipped on the robe and opened the curtains. It looked so peaceful, so serene. I slid open the door and let a warm breeze blow against my face, stirring the quiet night air. Tying the sash I stepped onto the cool tiles of the balcony.
The moon cast its soft light onto the ground, giving everything a pale glow. Sighing, I leaned against the railing, letting the warm breeze play with my hair and calm my mind as I gazed at the round orb of light in the silent night sky. Then I felt like someone was watching me. It didn't feel dangerous, the presence felt so… familiar. I looked down. There was someone standing in the courtyard below me. It was him. His customary scowl was gone and his face looked royal, the moonlight highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones. His arms were crossed across his chest and he was gazing at me intently, as if I were a vision. I could say the same for him myself.
It seemed like hours before either one of us moved. The breeze blew gently, carrying a few leaves across the courtyard. Somewhere an insect chirped. Not taking his eyes off me, he began to float off the ground, approaching my balcony. I didn't move a muscle as I watched his approach. I don't think that I could have if I'd tried.
He was only a few feet away, floating in front of me, his eyes level with mine. I couldn't pull my eyes away, or any other part of my body for that matter. If it seemed like hours when our eyes locked while he was on the ground, then it was a few years he spent floating in front of my balcony.
"Hello Vegeta," I said softly, my voice hardly louder than the breeze which pulled gently at my hair.
He just continued to gaze at me. "You," he murmured.
His voice was low and smooth, like the rustle of silk. I forgot to breathe. He uncrossed his arms and reached out a gloved hand, tentatively, as if I would disappear if he moved to quickly. My hand took on a life of its own and I watched as it met his, palm to palm, finger to finger. I heard him take in a sharp breath as our hands met, and I think my own heart skipped a beat or three.
That familiar feeling welled up inside me again, but this time it felt right, good. My thoughts about home were banished and I wanted to stay here, like this, forever. How does he do it? Why does he have so much power over me? I felt like a willing prisoner, tangled up in this strange sensation. I had to think, but I couldn't, not while he was in front of me, not while his hand touched mine. I had to leave… my mind was swallowing me up. I wanted to be here and it scared me.
I saw a look of concern flash across his face and he moved his other hand, as if to touch my face. My heart pounded in my ears. I could feel my pulse in my throat. A cloud drifted across the moon, darkening the night for a minute. All I could feel was my hand on his.
Forcing my feet to move, I softly ran back into the room, trying to ignore the emptiness that filled me as my hand left his. I stood away from the light of the re-emerging moon, watching him from the darkness of my room. His hand was still outstretched, the other hand half extended, as if to grasp the air. My hand ached to reach out, and I had to grab my arm, trying to soothe my tingling fingers.
I watched as he drew back his hands. It was all I could do to keep from crying out when he held the hand I had touched to his cheek.
Biting on my lower lip, I managed to reduce my cry to a shaky breath. I shut my eyes, trying to dam the tears that were welling up. When I opened them again, he was gone and the moon stared at me, round, full, and untouchable.
"Vegeta," I whispered, letting a tear slide down my cheek unhindered.
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Next chapter: Guess who's movin' in?
Groaning, I lifted a pillow and smothered it against my face. I was going insane. Actually, that didn't sound bad. Mental patients get those nice little padded cells I could bang my head against.
"Kami, I am going mad," I muttered, flinging aside the pillow and sitting up.
I could see the moon shining through the thin curtains. They must have wished it back a while ago. It was full, a perfect round circle of pale yellow light.
Walking over to the window, I slipped on the robe and opened the curtains. It looked so peaceful, so serene. I slid open the door and let a warm breeze blow against my face, stirring the quiet night air. Tying the sash I stepped onto the cool tiles of the balcony.
The moon cast its soft light onto the ground, giving everything a pale glow. Sighing, I leaned against the railing, letting the warm breeze play with my hair and calm my mind as I gazed at the round orb of light in the silent night sky. Then I felt like someone was watching me. It didn't feel dangerous, the presence felt so… familiar. I looked down. There was someone standing in the courtyard below me. It was him. His customary scowl was gone and his face looked royal, the moonlight highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones. His arms were crossed across his chest and he was gazing at me intently, as if I were a vision. I could say the same for him myself.
It seemed like hours before either one of us moved. The breeze blew gently, carrying a few leaves across the courtyard. Somewhere an insect chirped. Not taking his eyes off me, he began to float off the ground, approaching my balcony. I didn't move a muscle as I watched his approach. I don't think that I could have if I'd tried.
He was only a few feet away, floating in front of me, his eyes level with mine. I couldn't pull my eyes away, or any other part of my body for that matter. If it seemed like hours when our eyes locked while he was on the ground, then it was a few years he spent floating in front of my balcony.
"Hello Vegeta," I said softly, my voice hardly louder than the breeze which pulled gently at my hair.
He just continued to gaze at me. "You," he murmured.
His voice was low and smooth, like the rustle of silk. I forgot to breathe. He uncrossed his arms and reached out a gloved hand, tentatively, as if I would disappear if he moved to quickly. My hand took on a life of its own and I watched as it met his, palm to palm, finger to finger. I heard him take in a sharp breath as our hands met, and I think my own heart skipped a beat or three.
That familiar feeling welled up inside me again, but this time it felt right, good. My thoughts about home were banished and I wanted to stay here, like this, forever. How does he do it? Why does he have so much power over me? I felt like a willing prisoner, tangled up in this strange sensation. I had to think, but I couldn't, not while he was in front of me, not while his hand touched mine. I had to leave… my mind was swallowing me up. I wanted to be here and it scared me.
I saw a look of concern flash across his face and he moved his other hand, as if to touch my face. My heart pounded in my ears. I could feel my pulse in my throat. A cloud drifted across the moon, darkening the night for a minute. All I could feel was my hand on his.
Forcing my feet to move, I softly ran back into the room, trying to ignore the emptiness that filled me as my hand left his. I stood away from the light of the re-emerging moon, watching him from the darkness of my room. His hand was still outstretched, the other hand half extended, as if to grasp the air. My hand ached to reach out, and I had to grab my arm, trying to soothe my tingling fingers.
I watched as he drew back his hands. It was all I could do to keep from crying out when he held the hand I had touched to his cheek.
Biting on my lower lip, I managed to reduce my cry to a shaky breath. I shut my eyes, trying to dam the tears that were welling up. When I opened them again, he was gone and the moon stared at me, round, full, and untouchable.
"Vegeta," I whispered, letting a tear slide down my cheek unhindered.
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Next chapter: Guess who's movin' in?