I played the part of a broken heart upon a shelf
I played that part so lonely and so well
Thought that love belonged to someone else
Not me and you
Yeah, I know that you've been shattered
You been bruised
We both know what it feels like when you lose
But I'd bet my life on a roll of the dice for you
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[Author's Notes: I'm going to give multiparters another chance.. here we go. I have the story mostly planned out, and the song, which does not belong to me, is called "If That's What It Takes" ('nother Bon Jovi song). If you haven't figured it out yet, the characters aren't mine either.. but the story is! Another T/P.. so if you don't particularly like that grouping, this may not be the fic for you. I'll only continue it if you want me to.. feedback feedback feedback!]
If That's What It Takes - Something About Her
He sighed and sat back in his chair, absentmindedly tapping his pencil against the desk. It was the fourth time this week that he found himself there, wondering about the night that had just unfolded. He'd gone out again, that much he remembered, with some ditz whose name had erased itself from his memory. Maybe that was the problem. What had gone wrong? He'd laughed at all the right moments.. smiled back every time see looked at him. Hell, he had even paid for everything and brought her a bouquet of red roses from the flower shop. He even picked her up on time. What else did she want from him? Hadn't that been enough? He had totally outdone himself tonight. But why didn't it feel the same anymore? The thrill had gone.. the fun.. why did he even bother anymore?
For the longest time, it felt as if there was a part of him that had gone missing.. for all he knew, Kami could have whisked away a piece of his heart and threw it out the window. It sure felt like that. Nothing seemed to be worthy of his attention like it used to be. Now he spent his days checking the durability of his desk and wishing his life had a bit more meaning.
Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap.
Finally regaining his senses, he shot a glance towards the door. Where was that noise coming from? Rising from his spot on the chair, he opened the door. Seeing no one, but sensing something more, he whirled around just in time to catch a raven-haired girl slip in through the window. "Hey," she murmured casually, "can we talk?" Smirking, he set the pencil down and perched himself on the bed. "Sure. It's not like I have anything better to do. What's on your mind?" Pan let out her breath and made an attempt to smile. "If there was something hideously wrong with me.. you'd say something. Wouldn't you?" With a bewildered look on his face, Trunks eyed her suspiciously. "..I guess. Why?"
She studied him carefully, no doubt considering something important. Emotions were jumbled in her eyes, and he could only make out a few. Confusion. Despair. Loneliness. Something was wrong. "So what's wrong with me?" Seriousness in her voice, she looked at him sternly, "There has to be something I'm missing." A hand on his chin, he examined her carefully, making "oohs" and "aahs" as he went along. Shaking his head, he replied, "Nope, nothing at all. You're missing the smile though. What's wrong?" She tried to smile again, but the happiness never quite reached her eyes. Looking away, she uttered, "N-nothing.. it's just," she was about to go on, but thought better of it, "it's nothing."
Again, he saw the emotions flicker through her eyes like the glimmering flame on a candle, right before it burns out. "It's obviously not nothing," he pointed out, "come on, I'll listen. I swear I will." Pulling her closer, his eyes met hers, and this time he saw only pain, only hurt. Anger ran through his veins, anger for the one who hurt her.. anger for the one who caused her pain. Only anger. Her voice faint, she whispered, "I'm in love." Her words completely knocked him out of orbit, and only Kami knows what kept him from fainting right there and then. "Or I was," she continued, and his attention was completely hers once more, "but he didn't love me. Not Paik. Neither did Koran. Or Erik. Not even Bopper. Maybe it wasn't love, but they ran away! All of them." Tears filled her eyes, and as much as she tried to hold them back, she couldn't. "Is there something that wrong with me?"
In the back of his mind, Trunks listened as she recounted the thousands of boyfriends she had once had, from Alan to Zeke. The thousands of boys who had run away, terrified of her strength. Terrified of her power. The thousands of boys who would never understand. Who had slowly cut up her heart. When he realized what was going through his mind, he wondered why there was so much anger.. why he suddenly thirsted for blood. Why he felt the need to shield her, to protect her from everything that came her way. To hurt everyone that hurt her. God knows he could carry his side of the bargain.
Gently, he commented, "It's not you, you know that. You.. we.. aren't exactly normal." Suddenly, he felt her ki flare, and the fire in her eyes raged again. Angrily, she snapped, "I AM normal! I'm.. perfectly.. n-normal." Her voice cracked mid-sentence, and sobs wracked her body once more, "W-why don't they see that?" Enveloped in his warmth, the darkness started to pull her away. Faintly, she whispered, "Why don't they see that?"
Laying the sleeping girl onto the bed, he melted into his chair, alone with his thoughts once more. Maybe a bit too alone. Contemplating this evening's date didn't seem so important anymore.. and his troubles seemingly faded away for those brief moments. Brushing a few strands of lavender from his eyes, he stood once more, exhaustion running through his body. Maybe a little rest would help get his head back onto his shoulders. As he started for the door, he noticed the silver tears that still escaped her closed eyes. Wiping them away, he lifted the quilt over her trembling body, and turned out the lights.
His heart felt it.. so did his soul. Even his eyes could see that there was something about her.. something that made him whole again. For those brief moments when his eyes met hers, he was perfectly content, a feeling that he had almost forgotten. Something about her.
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If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna prove it to you
Do I have to break down, baby, just to break through
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
If that's what it takes..
I played that part so lonely and so well
Thought that love belonged to someone else
Not me and you
Yeah, I know that you've been shattered
You been bruised
We both know what it feels like when you lose
But I'd bet my life on a roll of the dice for you
--
[Author's Notes: I'm going to give multiparters another chance.. here we go. I have the story mostly planned out, and the song, which does not belong to me, is called "If That's What It Takes" ('nother Bon Jovi song). If you haven't figured it out yet, the characters aren't mine either.. but the story is! Another T/P.. so if you don't particularly like that grouping, this may not be the fic for you. I'll only continue it if you want me to.. feedback feedback feedback!]
If That's What It Takes - Something About Her
He sighed and sat back in his chair, absentmindedly tapping his pencil against the desk. It was the fourth time this week that he found himself there, wondering about the night that had just unfolded. He'd gone out again, that much he remembered, with some ditz whose name had erased itself from his memory. Maybe that was the problem. What had gone wrong? He'd laughed at all the right moments.. smiled back every time see looked at him. Hell, he had even paid for everything and brought her a bouquet of red roses from the flower shop. He even picked her up on time. What else did she want from him? Hadn't that been enough? He had totally outdone himself tonight. But why didn't it feel the same anymore? The thrill had gone.. the fun.. why did he even bother anymore?
For the longest time, it felt as if there was a part of him that had gone missing.. for all he knew, Kami could have whisked away a piece of his heart and threw it out the window. It sure felt like that. Nothing seemed to be worthy of his attention like it used to be. Now he spent his days checking the durability of his desk and wishing his life had a bit more meaning.
Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap.
Finally regaining his senses, he shot a glance towards the door. Where was that noise coming from? Rising from his spot on the chair, he opened the door. Seeing no one, but sensing something more, he whirled around just in time to catch a raven-haired girl slip in through the window. "Hey," she murmured casually, "can we talk?" Smirking, he set the pencil down and perched himself on the bed. "Sure. It's not like I have anything better to do. What's on your mind?" Pan let out her breath and made an attempt to smile. "If there was something hideously wrong with me.. you'd say something. Wouldn't you?" With a bewildered look on his face, Trunks eyed her suspiciously. "..I guess. Why?"
She studied him carefully, no doubt considering something important. Emotions were jumbled in her eyes, and he could only make out a few. Confusion. Despair. Loneliness. Something was wrong. "So what's wrong with me?" Seriousness in her voice, she looked at him sternly, "There has to be something I'm missing." A hand on his chin, he examined her carefully, making "oohs" and "aahs" as he went along. Shaking his head, he replied, "Nope, nothing at all. You're missing the smile though. What's wrong?" She tried to smile again, but the happiness never quite reached her eyes. Looking away, she uttered, "N-nothing.. it's just," she was about to go on, but thought better of it, "it's nothing."
Again, he saw the emotions flicker through her eyes like the glimmering flame on a candle, right before it burns out. "It's obviously not nothing," he pointed out, "come on, I'll listen. I swear I will." Pulling her closer, his eyes met hers, and this time he saw only pain, only hurt. Anger ran through his veins, anger for the one who hurt her.. anger for the one who caused her pain. Only anger. Her voice faint, she whispered, "I'm in love." Her words completely knocked him out of orbit, and only Kami knows what kept him from fainting right there and then. "Or I was," she continued, and his attention was completely hers once more, "but he didn't love me. Not Paik. Neither did Koran. Or Erik. Not even Bopper. Maybe it wasn't love, but they ran away! All of them." Tears filled her eyes, and as much as she tried to hold them back, she couldn't. "Is there something that wrong with me?"
In the back of his mind, Trunks listened as she recounted the thousands of boyfriends she had once had, from Alan to Zeke. The thousands of boys who had run away, terrified of her strength. Terrified of her power. The thousands of boys who would never understand. Who had slowly cut up her heart. When he realized what was going through his mind, he wondered why there was so much anger.. why he suddenly thirsted for blood. Why he felt the need to shield her, to protect her from everything that came her way. To hurt everyone that hurt her. God knows he could carry his side of the bargain.
Gently, he commented, "It's not you, you know that. You.. we.. aren't exactly normal." Suddenly, he felt her ki flare, and the fire in her eyes raged again. Angrily, she snapped, "I AM normal! I'm.. perfectly.. n-normal." Her voice cracked mid-sentence, and sobs wracked her body once more, "W-why don't they see that?" Enveloped in his warmth, the darkness started to pull her away. Faintly, she whispered, "Why don't they see that?"
Laying the sleeping girl onto the bed, he melted into his chair, alone with his thoughts once more. Maybe a bit too alone. Contemplating this evening's date didn't seem so important anymore.. and his troubles seemingly faded away for those brief moments. Brushing a few strands of lavender from his eyes, he stood once more, exhaustion running through his body. Maybe a little rest would help get his head back onto his shoulders. As he started for the door, he noticed the silver tears that still escaped her closed eyes. Wiping them away, he lifted the quilt over her trembling body, and turned out the lights.
His heart felt it.. so did his soul. Even his eyes could see that there was something about her.. something that made him whole again. For those brief moments when his eyes met hers, he was perfectly content, a feeling that he had almost forgotten. Something about her.
--
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna prove it to you
Do I have to break down, baby, just to break through
If that's what it takes, that's what I'd do
If that's what it takes..