The Tears I've Cried
Chapter 7: Interrogation
A/N: This lovely chapter is dedicated to:
Fluffy: Good 'ole Fluffy! Always reviewing! Well, Pan is enjoying all the attention she's receiving from Trunks. But what does Trunks think about all this? Thankies!
SilverInochi Briefs: So glad you like it! Thanx for the review!
Lienye: LoL. Killerness? I hope that's a compliment. Or maybe you're referring to poor Pan. ^^;;;
B-chan: *eyes start to water* Oh wow, that's so sweet! You are starting to flatter me! When I get my first flame, I might burst into tears because I'm getting pampered! Well, you don't have to do the puppy dog eyes, but they make me work faster. ACK! I shouldn't have said that….*smiles*
Marina: You're in suspense? Wow, I'm suspensing people! *maniac giggling* sorry. Well, Pan always cleans up her mess, usually, and she always paints in her room or in the field. But if you remember back to chapter 5, you'll notice that she fell on a blank canvas while she was covered in paint, and she never got back to clean it up. Let's just hope that Trunks isn't the snoopy type. And yes T/P (P/T for Trunks_Girl) does RULE! Nothing could ever change that. Right everyone? *waits for everyone to answer, but only gets pummeled by T/M fans* ouchie….thanx for the review!
Trunks_Girl: You really like my story over Panabelle's? WOW! Now that's one heck of a compliment! You have just brought my self confidence up, and that means this chapter will be a little longer. ^_^
Yay for you, ne? Thankies!
On to the lovely story (ha ha yeah right).
I feel myself snuggle into the warmth of my sheets. Wait a minute. My sheets? That would have to mean, that I'm in my…
"Good to see you awake, Pan-Chan," A low monotone rings out.
Oh shit, he knows. I should have cleaned up the mess I left on the floor before I left yesterday! I open my eyes slowly, the sun just now rising.
"Yeah, I feel a lot better, Trunks-Kun…"
He is sitting on the foot of my bed, facing the wall, avoiding my eyes. Suddenly, he turns, his eyes hard and cold, like ice.
"I can't believe you Pan."
I lower my head, anticipating the verbal abuse.
"You would have thought that you would stop toying with my feelings!" he yells.
This raises my eyes. I know that I deserve to be yelled at, but certainly not for something I'm not guilty of.
"Toying with your feelings?!" I screech, "Hell, Trunks, I have never toyed with your feelings! I'm freaking in lo-- "
He cuts me off.
"Don't play dumb with me, Pan-Chan! Remember that day 5 years ago? Do you!? You don't have a right to mess with my mind like that! No one does!"
By this time tears have made their way down my cheeks.
"And now this, Pan! Painting beautiful pictures, sending them to me, making me think I was loved! Do you know how hard it is to find true love when you're me?!"
I began to softly laugh as more tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Oh Trunks-Chan, poor little Trunks-Chan. You have no idea how much you're loved. No idea. Toying with you, you say? Ha. I've never toyed with you. I've loved you a little longer than forever. I've never lied to you, in any matter. I was planning on revealing who the painter was in a few weeks. Technically, Trunks, you were toying with me. ME! You didn't realize it, but you were. Every damn time you said I love you, you crushed me! Every time you complimented my tomboyish ways, or told my how pretty I looked, or told me that I was your best friend, you crushed me! I'm dead, Trunks! Part of me is dead! And I don't know what else to do! Maybe it's best if I just kill the other half!"
His eyes grew wide.
"But I wouldn't do that, Trunks-Kun. As long as I can see you, that's enough for me. But maybe you should quit seeing me. I've obviously caused you enough pain…"
And with that, I fly out my window, not caring that it wasn't up, which resulted in it being shattered.
I land on the forest floor, in the region known as my studio, the morning sun streaming the trees. I fall to my knees and begin to sob.
"GOD?! ARE YOU THROUGH WITH THE TORTURE?! WILL YOU RELEASE ME FROM HIS HOLD!? WILL YOU FREE MY HEART!? I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE PAIN! NO MORE!"
I pound my fists on the ground causing my easel to fall over and break.
I look up at the broken easel and at the canvas that's laying on the ground.
"It's all your fault…" I growl out.
"IF I NEVER PAINTED, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!"
I pick up the canvas and bash it against a nearby tree, breaking it in half.
I reach for a paintbrush on the ground and for the red paint that's spilling over the ground. I slam the paintbrush into the little plastic paint container, breaking the paintbrush. I pour the paint over my hands, then walk to one half of my canvas. I pick it up and throw it into a nearby tree with such force that it embeds into it.
"This is for the lack of peace!"
I scratched the canvas, leaving lines of it torn and red.
"This is for my life!"
I punch it, breaking through it and the tree behind it.
"This is for Trunks!"
I kick it, knocking the whole tree down.
"And this is for Ojiichan!"
I shoot a ki blast at the tree, and it begins to catch on fire.
I let my ki flare, instantly blowing it out.
My anger is still not satisfied.
I begin to punch the air, the trees, the ground. I need release. It seems pain is my only release.
I fly up into the sky. I look down, then plunge back to the earth, slamming myself into the ground, burrowing under several feet. I pull myself out of the rubble and run to a large boulder. I run my nails along it hard, causing a screeching sound. My ears are ringing. But why do I care? It's nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Nothing at all. The red paint on my hands is starting to wear off. But it's quickly being replaced with blood. My bandaged hand is seeping with blood from the glass cut. The realization of it all suddenly hits me.
Trunks hates me.
I curl into a ball and start to cry all over again.
"Please…please…make it go away! Please! Just let us be friends again! I'll never ask for another thing!"
I sense a ki nearby. I didn't notice it earlier.
It's him.
He steps out from behind a tree, his eyes have softened considerably.
I shakily stand to my feet and he walks toward me.
I back away.
"Stay back!"
He stops, his eyes wide.
"Leave me! I don't want to cause you anymore pain! I'm only good for causing you pain and trouble!"
He takes another step.
"No Trunks! Stay back! Please!"
I close my eyes, anticipating him to punch me, or spat at me.
I feel arms lift me up. I close my eyes tighter and my sobbing starts up again.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry…" I moan out.
His hands start to caress my hair.
"Pan-Chan, please stop crying, please…"
I cry all the harder.
"Trunks, I'm not worthy of being your friend! Of being anyone's friend! I'm a nuisance!"
He puts his finger to my lips.
"No Pan, I'm not worthy of being your friend."
My eyes look up at him. He wipes a little blood away from my mouth.
"Pan, the reason I was so upset, was because…I don't like being teased with something I can't have."
My eyes go wide.
"You don't mean…that…you…you…"
"Love you?" He finishes, "Yeah. I do. Ever since you were born, I've always sensed something between us."
I feel more tears well up.
I throw my arms around his neck sobbing on his shoulder.
"Oh Trunks-Chan!"
He holds me closer.
"I have to ask you a few questions, though, Pan."
I look up questioningly, "I'm going to go through an interrogation?"
He winks at me.
"Nothing to painful, I can assure you," he states.
He puts my feet back on the ground, and wraps his arms around my waist. He puts his mouth right next to my ear.
"Do you know yourself personally?"
I blink not knowing how to answer, but he continues.
"How old are you?" he smiles.
I still don't know what to say and I'm pretty sure Trunks knows my age.
"Don't you think you're pretty?"
I feel my cheeks start to heat up.
"What do you do for a living. It's obviously not what I thought it was." He laughs.
I don't respond, I'm beginning to catch on to his game.
He hugs my waist tighter and whispers seductively in my ear.
"Can you cook?"
That was all it took and my self control was blown. I grab his collar and kiss him with all the passion and strength I could muster up.
I feel him smile against my lips and he playfully bites my lip. I run my tongue over his lips, silently asking him to open up, and happily obliges. We kiss for what seems like an eternity. He slowly pulls away, after a while.
"You never answered my questions."
I playfully smack him over the head.
"I love you Trunks-Chan."
He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
"I love you, too, sweet Panny-Chan."
Just then a tree I had punched earlier falls down, scaring us to death.
We both laugh at our jumpiness, then he lifts me up, and carries me back home.
My plan didn't quite work out like I wanted it to, but I'll settle for this.
For now anyways.
To be continued…
A/N: Heh heh. No, this story is not through yet. I don't think the ending suited it. Be waiting for more! (boy, I hate writing a pile of crap! This story was pathetic! . I need more experience…) oh yeah, Ojiichan is grandpa.
--Lonna