This one is a little longer than the other two. Actually, the next few chapters that I write should be quite long, depending on the reviews and what ideas I come up with. Who is this secret admirer? Hmm... And no, I don't own DBZ. Enjoy!
-Kayna
Trunks had stood there for a long while, merely staring at Pan. Soon enough, she had grown uneasy and dropped her gaze to the ground before crossing her arms over her chest. She would have yelled at him if it weren't for that note she got today. She had never felt so frightened before, despite the fact that she came from a family with great strength and was quite the strong one herself.
Trunks sighed deeply, bending down to pick up the note before handing it to Pan. She quickly snatched it out of his hands before tearing it up and letting it fly off in the light wind before turning to continue her walk to his house. Trunks stood up to his full stance before giving out into a light sprint, catching up to Pan in a moment.
"When did you get that?" Trunks asked, concern apparent in his voice. He looked over to Pan who had a distant look in her eyes, worry etched along her features.
"Today... I was on the way home from school and I went to check to see if I had the shirt I have to return to Bra. I found the note laying on top of her shirt, but I don't know who put it there." Pan said, her voice light, barely reaching above a whisper. She sighed softly before shaking her head slowly.
"Pan-chan, let's take a detour." Trunks said before he took her hand in his. She blinked a few times, looking to him before nodding lightly. If there was anyone who could probably take her mind off of this whole thing, it was Trunks. Normally she would have objected before challenging him to a race to his house, but she wasn't feeling herself for obvious reasons today.
Trunks had led her to the playground a few blocks away from his house. He usually came here to sit and think; the feeling of the wind pushing past him as he moved back and forth on the swings was always comforting to him. He led her over to swings and leaned upon one of the bars as she strode over to a swing before taking a seat, rocking back and forth just slightly. He looked over to her and smiled gently before shaking his head slowly, wishing there was something that he could do to cheer her up.
Perhaps there was... Pan had taken a fondness to dancing as of late. Bra snuck her into one of the dance parties around town a few weeks back. Pan had actually enjoyed the loud music and excitement of feeling the dance floor pound with the beat of feet. Ever since then, the parties had become a must in her weekend schedule. He knew of one dance club open on weeknights. Since Pan was spending the night at their house anyway, Trunks could weasel his way into getting Bra to agree. Trunks smiled softly at the thought. Bra? Object to a party? Never...
"Would you like to dance?" Trunks said as he walked over to stand in front of Pan. Pan opened her mouth to decline, only to be lifted off her feet, held in the strong embrace of Trunks. He brought her down a bit so that she could have her feet on the ground, but refused to let her go. They stood like that for a long while, swaying slowly, lost in their own thoughts.
"There's a club we can dance at tonight... It's not too far from the house and I'm sure I could sneak us in there. We could ask Bra to come along, too. Would you like that?" Trunks said, focusing his gaze on Pan and smiling lightly as she nodded in agreement. They stopped swaying and he released her, taking her hand in his before leading her back to his house. They came to a halt at his front door, Trunks looking down at her with a grin.
"We'll leave at eight. Go tell Bra and get ready." Trunks said before opening the door for her. Pan walked in as if it were her own house, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag onto the floor before she went running up the stairs. Trunks laughed softly at the mess before heading off to his room to get ready.
**
"Bra-chan! Get ready, quick! Trunks-kun is taking us to dance!" Pan screamed, half way down the hall before bursting into Bra's room. Bra turned and blinked a few times, staring at Pan with her mouth gaping.
"Have you been crying? Your eyes look red." Bra said. Pan smiled softly and shook her head. Bra would know that she was crying even if there were no signs of it.
"I'd rather not talk about it..." Pan said as Bra began to rummage through her closet. Within a few moments, Bra had her outfit chosen and changed into it before showing it off to Pan. Her outfit consisted of a short black skirt along with a black tank-top that revealed her pierced belly-button. Her hair was left down in it's usual style, the red band removed.
"Don't tell me you're going to wear that." Bra said as she looked over Pan who wore her everyday outfit. Pan shook her head slowly before walking over to Bra's closet, looking through the assortment of outfits. Bra ran over to her with a large grin resting on her lips and Pan could only begin to imagine what Bra was thinking.
"Pan, we're going to the party dressed like twins! No buts about it!" Bra squealed before tossing a matching outfit to Pan before running out of the room to go get Trunks. Pan merely stood there with her mouth hanging open. Her? Wear that?
**
They had arrived at the party to find it packed with an assortment of people. Trunks had finally recovered from the shock her received when he saw Pan actually wearing a dress and was ready to dance. Bra had ran off into her usual crowds of admiring boys and envious girls and began to dance the night away. Trunks glanced over to Pan and smiled gently before taking her hand with his, dragging her off to the dance floor.
"Come on, this'll be fun!" Trunks said, assuring Pan and pulling her close to him before she could run off and hide in the crowd. Gentle music began to play in the background and they slowly repeated the scene that took place in the park. Their gentle swaying seemed to make the world just fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in each other's embrace. Trunks set his icy gaze deep within Pan's, a loving smile resting on his lips.
Pan felt her world fade, felt like it was only Trunks and her lost in a vast darkness. She felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes met hers, she felt her knees go weak as he pulled her close to him. She felt like she was losing control, just something she couldn't do with him. Pan pulled out of his embrace, staring into his eyes before darting off into the crowd. She heard him call out her name, but continued to run until she had reached the outside.
Pan slowly walked back to the park where they had been earlier, walking over to the same swing she had occupied earlier. She blinked in slight confusion at the little piece of paper resting on the seat of the swing. She picked it up and turned it over, reading the writing upon it.
"I see you. Your screams will be the only sound. Frightened yet, Pan-chan?" She blinked slightly at the sudden end of words. The last note had a poetic note written on it, but this one seemed a little incomplete.
That changed very soon, though, a tingle being sent down her spine as she felt warm breath against her neck. She stood there in fear, listening as the person behind her whispered, "Turn around."
-Kayna
Trunks had stood there for a long while, merely staring at Pan. Soon enough, she had grown uneasy and dropped her gaze to the ground before crossing her arms over her chest. She would have yelled at him if it weren't for that note she got today. She had never felt so frightened before, despite the fact that she came from a family with great strength and was quite the strong one herself.
Trunks sighed deeply, bending down to pick up the note before handing it to Pan. She quickly snatched it out of his hands before tearing it up and letting it fly off in the light wind before turning to continue her walk to his house. Trunks stood up to his full stance before giving out into a light sprint, catching up to Pan in a moment.
"When did you get that?" Trunks asked, concern apparent in his voice. He looked over to Pan who had a distant look in her eyes, worry etched along her features.
"Today... I was on the way home from school and I went to check to see if I had the shirt I have to return to Bra. I found the note laying on top of her shirt, but I don't know who put it there." Pan said, her voice light, barely reaching above a whisper. She sighed softly before shaking her head slowly.
"Pan-chan, let's take a detour." Trunks said before he took her hand in his. She blinked a few times, looking to him before nodding lightly. If there was anyone who could probably take her mind off of this whole thing, it was Trunks. Normally she would have objected before challenging him to a race to his house, but she wasn't feeling herself for obvious reasons today.
Trunks had led her to the playground a few blocks away from his house. He usually came here to sit and think; the feeling of the wind pushing past him as he moved back and forth on the swings was always comforting to him. He led her over to swings and leaned upon one of the bars as she strode over to a swing before taking a seat, rocking back and forth just slightly. He looked over to her and smiled gently before shaking his head slowly, wishing there was something that he could do to cheer her up.
Perhaps there was... Pan had taken a fondness to dancing as of late. Bra snuck her into one of the dance parties around town a few weeks back. Pan had actually enjoyed the loud music and excitement of feeling the dance floor pound with the beat of feet. Ever since then, the parties had become a must in her weekend schedule. He knew of one dance club open on weeknights. Since Pan was spending the night at their house anyway, Trunks could weasel his way into getting Bra to agree. Trunks smiled softly at the thought. Bra? Object to a party? Never...
"Would you like to dance?" Trunks said as he walked over to stand in front of Pan. Pan opened her mouth to decline, only to be lifted off her feet, held in the strong embrace of Trunks. He brought her down a bit so that she could have her feet on the ground, but refused to let her go. They stood like that for a long while, swaying slowly, lost in their own thoughts.
"There's a club we can dance at tonight... It's not too far from the house and I'm sure I could sneak us in there. We could ask Bra to come along, too. Would you like that?" Trunks said, focusing his gaze on Pan and smiling lightly as she nodded in agreement. They stopped swaying and he released her, taking her hand in his before leading her back to his house. They came to a halt at his front door, Trunks looking down at her with a grin.
"We'll leave at eight. Go tell Bra and get ready." Trunks said before opening the door for her. Pan walked in as if it were her own house, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag onto the floor before she went running up the stairs. Trunks laughed softly at the mess before heading off to his room to get ready.
**
"Bra-chan! Get ready, quick! Trunks-kun is taking us to dance!" Pan screamed, half way down the hall before bursting into Bra's room. Bra turned and blinked a few times, staring at Pan with her mouth gaping.
"Have you been crying? Your eyes look red." Bra said. Pan smiled softly and shook her head. Bra would know that she was crying even if there were no signs of it.
"I'd rather not talk about it..." Pan said as Bra began to rummage through her closet. Within a few moments, Bra had her outfit chosen and changed into it before showing it off to Pan. Her outfit consisted of a short black skirt along with a black tank-top that revealed her pierced belly-button. Her hair was left down in it's usual style, the red band removed.
"Don't tell me you're going to wear that." Bra said as she looked over Pan who wore her everyday outfit. Pan shook her head slowly before walking over to Bra's closet, looking through the assortment of outfits. Bra ran over to her with a large grin resting on her lips and Pan could only begin to imagine what Bra was thinking.
"Pan, we're going to the party dressed like twins! No buts about it!" Bra squealed before tossing a matching outfit to Pan before running out of the room to go get Trunks. Pan merely stood there with her mouth hanging open. Her? Wear that?
**
They had arrived at the party to find it packed with an assortment of people. Trunks had finally recovered from the shock her received when he saw Pan actually wearing a dress and was ready to dance. Bra had ran off into her usual crowds of admiring boys and envious girls and began to dance the night away. Trunks glanced over to Pan and smiled gently before taking her hand with his, dragging her off to the dance floor.
"Come on, this'll be fun!" Trunks said, assuring Pan and pulling her close to him before she could run off and hide in the crowd. Gentle music began to play in the background and they slowly repeated the scene that took place in the park. Their gentle swaying seemed to make the world just fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in each other's embrace. Trunks set his icy gaze deep within Pan's, a loving smile resting on his lips.
Pan felt her world fade, felt like it was only Trunks and her lost in a vast darkness. She felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes met hers, she felt her knees go weak as he pulled her close to him. She felt like she was losing control, just something she couldn't do with him. Pan pulled out of his embrace, staring into his eyes before darting off into the crowd. She heard him call out her name, but continued to run until she had reached the outside.
Pan slowly walked back to the park where they had been earlier, walking over to the same swing she had occupied earlier. She blinked in slight confusion at the little piece of paper resting on the seat of the swing. She picked it up and turned it over, reading the writing upon it.
"I see you. Your screams will be the only sound. Frightened yet, Pan-chan?" She blinked slightly at the sudden end of words. The last note had a poetic note written on it, but this one seemed a little incomplete.
That changed very soon, though, a tingle being sent down her spine as she felt warm breath against her neck. She stood there in fear, listening as the person behind her whispered, "Turn around."