Falling Away from Me

By Desertdweller

Chapter five: Whispers in the Dark




Author's Note: I got the inspiration for the story while lying in my bed last night. I had turned off the lights and stuck my headphones on to listen to the radio. The local station started playing "Only Time" by the most awesome of Irish groups, Enya.
As I listened, I started getting these images in my mind and it turned into this chapter. I hope you like it. If I get the right kind of reviews I will write a lemon. By the way, my thanks to Smokescreen, who reviews every time I upload. Thanks to Princess Chi for her support. Thanks to Larania for her reviews. Special thanks to Demon Lover and Emerald Star. Also thanks to Ivy… If I have left anyone out by accident, be assured I am thankful for all of you. If only everyone had an open heart and mind like all of you. Now to the story!






"Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time..."



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Piccolo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


My head feels so groggy as I return to what passes for reality. I crack my eyes open slightly to take in my surroundings. I lay in comfortable softness. The pillow beneath my head is cloud soft and yields easily. I am drowning in peace now. I look around the room. I am in a bedroom not my own. This opens my eyes wider. I look around at the paraphernalia littering the room. I see pictures of the sable haired warrior with his wife and children standing on the nightstand beside the bed I lay on. I sigh…

So, then my dream was in actuality reality.

I move to get up and lay back down gasping. My head is swimming. I am so dizzy that the slightest motion I try to make causes the room to spin like a top on a polished floor.

I bring my hand up to hold my head and stop. A flash of white catches my eye. A piece of fluttering ivory material is bound around my wrist. I stare at it.

A faint scent lingers on the material. Taking a delicate whiff of it, I discover that the scent is not mine.

A saiya-jin's scent is radically different from a human's or namekusei-jin's. I catch a faint lingering aroma surrounding the cloth. I can easily smell my own blood, but I try to scent past it.

There…

I have caught it.

Mmmmmmmmnnnnn…

It smells like sunshine after a summer rain. Or the depths of the forest on a cool day. It is refreshing but also with a wilder hint, like the scent of ozone right before lightning flashes across the sky. So many scents but belonging to one individual.

Son Goku…

A slight smile somehow has graced my face with its presence for a minute as I contemplate my next action.

I distracted from my thoughts as the door opens with a slight creak in its hinges. A pale hand pushes it open all the way as another hand balances a tray. A pitcher of water and a bowl of something steaming rest atop it.

He looks down at his hand, obviously concentrating on not spilling anything and then closes the door behind him. He has taken off his jacket and is clad in a plain black T-shirt and tight blue jeans, which show off his muscular physique perfectly. I tear my eyes away. I can feel my cheeks heat up slightly. I peek out of the corner of my eyes again.

He finally turns around and notices me up. A delighted smile spreads across his face. His eyes light up and fairly shine.

Their beauty captures me. I drop my eyes. I don't understand what is happening to me.
I swallow and then gaze back up.

He maneuvers around the bed and comes to sit right beside me. I hear the bed creaking as he rests his weight on it. He then proceeds to speak to me.

"Hey, Pic. You feeling any better," he quieries in a soft whisper, as if he is afraid of hurting me in some way.

He sets the tray down on the nightstand beside the head of the bed and looks at me with an expectant mask upon his face.

I manage out a whisper.

"Yeah," I choke out and turn my head to stare out the window that was open. The sun was starting to set and the horizon was a hot orange with crimson highlights and bluish-purple clouds that hung around like puffs of smoke around a fire.

Presently I feel a warm fingertip touch the underside of my chin. With agonizing slowness I feel my head being pivoted back towards the warrior.

My eyes stare directly into a pair of warm ebony ones. I feel like I could fall forever into their depths. I open my mouth but no words come out. Had I been my usual smart-ass self I would have admonished some sharp retort to the normally clueless warrior and ripped my face from his grasp.

But now, I merely gazed at him dully. I didn't have the heart to resist or do anything. My will to fight was gone. My will to LIVE was fading every second. A soft sigh escapes my body.

"Piccolo, what is wrong," he asks innocently.

Oh so innocently.

I wish I could feel the same innocence in my soul.

I am merely nothing but a demon…

I shake my head. Not even a true demon, but a shadow of one. My father was the true one. I merely followed in his footsteps.

What is wrong, he asks. Every thing is wrong. My life is wrong. I am alone. The anguish builds in my heart and a lone tear trails down my cheek.

I hear a gasp.

Goku is looking at me with a shocked expression on his face. The expression soon turns to something I can't quite make out. His face is lit with concentration and … something else…


Slowly he starts to lean in towards me.

Confused, I merely watch as he approaches closer.

Suddenly I feel his lips on mine and the world drowns in softness.


To be continued…..