You are too young Ch.12
He leaned his forehead against the cold window of the car, and looked at the colors the sun was leaving behind as it set in the horizon. He hated the sunset, it reminded him of his lost friend. That lively orange of his fighting gi, that was displayed in the sunset.
"Are you ok honey?" asked the woman that was driving him to see his friend again. She didn't let him drive when he was in this kind of condition. He didn't say anything, just gave her a slow nod. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to someone. After so many years, he was still hurt inside. He saw the trees as they passed by; they seemed to be running in the opposite direction they were headed. He thought of doing that after that day, but it wasn't going to bring back his dear friend. It was just pointless after he thought about it. He blinked once, then twice. He felt his lips quiver, but he wasn't going to cry right in front of her. She would just get worried. As he stared out the car window, a fence replaced the trees. They had arrived to their destination. He soon felt the car loosing speed, coming to a complete stop in a couple of minutes. He heard the engine being quickly turned off.
"Do you want me to wait?" she asked in a concerned voice. It was getting chilly, and she didn't want him to get sick. She turned to face him. He was now 15-years-old, he had come along way. She could see in his eyes the pain, sorrow, and hurt he had felt for almost 6 years now. She knew about it, but she couldn't do anything about it. He picked his head from the window, and began to take off his seat belt. He zipped up his black and yellow jacket, and opened the door. He quickly got off the car and faced her.
"No, it's ok I want to be alone. I'll fly home afterward," he said almost in a whisper. He knew she was going to tell him that it wasn't safe for him to fly in this kind of weather, but some how he knew that she would understand. Besides, he didn't like it when people saw him cry in front of him. It was just between him and his friend.
"Ok, just don't take long. Be home before dinner," she said as she started up the engine again. He closed the door with little effort, making sure he won't break it. He quickly put his warm hands in his pockets to keep them warm. He walked to the entrance, and quickly opened the door.
"My poor son," she said as his figure disappeared into the too familiar place. She shook her head, as too clear her mind. She wanted to leave quickly; she knew that she might have second thoughts if she stayed longer.
He walked down the cement, he always avoid walking through the grass. It was kind of disrespectful for the others. He closed his eyes, bowed his head down, and a warm tear felt down his cheek. He didn't know how he was able to walk up to him every year for 6 years. He reasoned that it was the friendship they had held, since they were little kids. And now, he still felt that they had that friendship. He knew that deep down he wasn't really gone, but he still missed his cherry attitude. He put his head to its normal position, facing his friend. There he was, and it seemed he had visitors earlier. His vision became blurry, and his legs began to move a little faster. He guessed it must be because it had been a long while since he had seen his friend. He walked upon the edge of the cement, the line between him and his friend.
"Long time no see?" he whispered as he slowly sat right in front of him. He turned his head to his left and saw the new flowers that they had brought him. They were pure white, with a little yellow stick in the middle.
"Your family came to visit you today? They haven't changed a bit; I saw them the other day. I'm sure they told you," he said as he turned his gaze to his friend again. How he wished to hear his voice again, to hear him say that he was ok, that he would forgive him for being a jerk the last time they had actually seen each other.
"You know, that time when I saw them it was little Pan's birthday, she has your eyes you know? She also has your smile," the lavender-haired teenager said as more tears filled his eyes, but a smile crept upon his lips this time. He saw in Pan just about everything about his friend.
"Goten, I'm sorry," he said as he bent his head down, he closed his eyes as though he was in pain, and tears fell freely down his cheeks unto the ground, "I know I've been saying that every since you died, but I don't know if you have actually forgiven me," a sob escaped his lips. He took out his right hand, and placed it in the little picture the tombstone held in the middle.
"Goten I really hope you can hear me," he said as he tried to calm down. He took a deep breath, and picked up his head. His eyes were red, and full of tears, "I just want to tell you that I would never forget about you. I would never replace you, but even if I wanted to I would never find someone like you," another sob escaped his lips. He couldn't stay longer; he would just stay there the whole night crying in front of the tombstone. He quickly took his left hand from his left pocket, revealing a white rose. He put it right next to his picture in the middle of the tombstone. He quickly got unto his legs, dusted off his black baggy pants, and put his hands back in his pockets.
"I hope that you haven't forgotten about me either, Goten," he said as he wiped away the tears, "See you soon Goten." The teenager walked away, his back to his friend, and started to walk to the exit of the cemetery. He knew that nearby was a small forest, he had visited when he wanted to be alone, after his friend had died. His friends and family knew about all the other places, where Goten used to live. That's why he had to go to the one near the cemetery. The trees there reminded him of the ones in the forest where they used to play. He quickly scanned the area and looked for the falling tree that had always been there since he was 10. The teenager soon found if and sat on it. All he had to do is to wait for his eyes return to normal; he closed his eyes. As he began to relax, he heard a twig snap nearby. He quickly opened his eyes, and looked for the source of the noise. His eyes jumped from tree to tree, until he found the noisemaker. It was little boy was dressed in a white robe, as though he had just come from the hospital. His skin was really pale, and his lips were a shade of light blue.
"Are you lost?" Trunks asked as he slowly got up from the tree. The boy backed away a bit, as though he was scared of him, the boy quickly looked down at the ground.
"It's ok I won't hurt you," said Trunks as he began to walk slowly to the startled boy. But as the teenager got closer, the boy would back away with every step Trunks made. The teenager decided to stop.
"Where are your parents?" asked Trunks trying to help the boy, but the boy didn't response. An eerie silence fell upon both of them, and then a cold wind began to blow.
"Is your name Trunks?" asked the little boy as he walked a little closer to Trunks. The teenager was freaked out, how could the little boy know his name. For sure he hadn't meet him before. Trunks gave the boy a weird look, and his left eyebrow lifted up.
"Yes, how do you know?" asked Trunks as he stood there, not wanting to scare the little boy away. He had to find out how in hell did he know his name. The little boy picked up his head, and looked straight into Trunks' royal blue eyes. The teenager froze; he just stood there as though he had been paralyzed.
"I know you're suffering because Goten died 6 years ago," the boy said as he walked closer, "To you the only way to stop suffering you need to know if he has forgiving you." The little boy walked a little closer to the surprised teenager. Trunks' eyes went wide open with surprise. Trunks tried to move, but somehow he was paralyzed. He tried to ask the boy how he knew all this, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Trunks let go of that. Goten doesn't want to see you suffer because of him. Instead you're making him feel worse," the little boy kept looking at Trunks, making sure he understood what he was saying. Trunks' eyes became glassy, ready for tears to roll down. How can the boy know all of this?
"Goten has forgiven you, and wants you to live your life normally. He wants for you to stop feeling so guilty because you stopped talking to him before he died. He understands you did it so you or him won't get hurt when the time came for him to go," said the boy as he saw the teenager cry right in front of him.
"How do you know all of this?" asked Trunks finally able to become his surprised mood. He never met the boy before, and how does he know that Goten has forgiving him.
"I know Goten, a friend of mine," said the little boy as his eyes looked from Trunks' eyes to the ground again. As the boy let his gaze down, Trunks was able to move again. Trunks moved closer to the boy, but this time the boy stood there waiting for Trunks to come to him. Trunks walked slowly, making sure he wouldn't run away.
"How is he a friend of you?" asked Trunks as he slowly knelt down to face the boy. The boy looked up at him again, but this time Trunks was able to move.
"We live in the same place," asked boy simply as though Goten was really alive. Trunks was taking back of what the little boy just told him. How can he live with Goten when Goten is… Trunks' eyes went wide open in surprise again. The little boy gave a smile at Trunks.
"My name is James Nonnako, Goten says it's going to be ok, and that he will never forget you either," with that the little boy put his little arm on Trunks' left shoulder. Even though Trunks was wearing a jacket, he could still feel that James was cold. Trunks gave him a smile, but tears filled his royal blue eyes.
"He also said that he'll wait for you, when you're time comes," Trunks couldn't believe it. This was too much for him.
"Can you please do me a favor?" asked Trunks as he wiped away his tears with his right hand, and sniffed couple of times.
"Yes, what is it?" asked James as he saw Trunks' eyes became happier.
"Can you please tell him that when I get there, that he better be ready," said Trunks as he began to stand up in front of the little boy. James gave Trunks a weird look.
"Ready for what?"
"He knows why," Trunks said as he felt relieve deep in his heart. He finally knew that Goten had forgiving him.
"Good-bye Trunks," the image of the little boy disappeared as the cold wind began to slow down. Trunks just stared where the little boy had been standing. The teenager stood there, but then quickly remembered that he had to go home, before his mother yelled at him again. He quickly summoned energy from his body, white aura surrounded the teenager, and took the air in a second.
MINUTES LATER…
"Mom, I'm home," said Trunks as he walked into the living room and saw his little sister Bura playing with her friend Pan.
"Ok honey, we'll eat in a couple of minutes," he heard his mother's loud voice come from the kitchen. Trunks walked to the couch, and turned on the TV. Pan noticed that Trunks had just walked in, and left Bura playing with the Barbie dolls.
"Trunks are you ok?" a tiny voice asked. Trunks took off his gave from the TV and looked to his right. There she was, with a worried look in her eyes.
"I'm ok Panny, why do you ask?" said Trunks with a smile on his lips. Pan climbed on his lap, and put her warm hand upon his cold cheek.
"You were crying," said Pan with a worried tone on her voice. Trunks took her hand with his left strong hand.
"But I was crying for joy, Panny," Trunks said as he hugged the little girl. Pan hugged him back.
"Trunks don't cry again, please I don't like to see you sad," said Pan as she hugged him closer. Trunks could feel tears built up in the back of his eyes, but this time he had to hold them in. He knew that everything would be ok, and that he would now be able to feel better because Goten had forgiving him.
The End
I want to thank everyone that reviewed this story, thank you because without you, I wouldn't be able to finish this story. I hope you liked the ending. Hope to see you soon! ^_^
Cindy-chan
He leaned his forehead against the cold window of the car, and looked at the colors the sun was leaving behind as it set in the horizon. He hated the sunset, it reminded him of his lost friend. That lively orange of his fighting gi, that was displayed in the sunset.
"Are you ok honey?" asked the woman that was driving him to see his friend again. She didn't let him drive when he was in this kind of condition. He didn't say anything, just gave her a slow nod. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to someone. After so many years, he was still hurt inside. He saw the trees as they passed by; they seemed to be running in the opposite direction they were headed. He thought of doing that after that day, but it wasn't going to bring back his dear friend. It was just pointless after he thought about it. He blinked once, then twice. He felt his lips quiver, but he wasn't going to cry right in front of her. She would just get worried. As he stared out the car window, a fence replaced the trees. They had arrived to their destination. He soon felt the car loosing speed, coming to a complete stop in a couple of minutes. He heard the engine being quickly turned off.
"Do you want me to wait?" she asked in a concerned voice. It was getting chilly, and she didn't want him to get sick. She turned to face him. He was now 15-years-old, he had come along way. She could see in his eyes the pain, sorrow, and hurt he had felt for almost 6 years now. She knew about it, but she couldn't do anything about it. He picked his head from the window, and began to take off his seat belt. He zipped up his black and yellow jacket, and opened the door. He quickly got off the car and faced her.
"No, it's ok I want to be alone. I'll fly home afterward," he said almost in a whisper. He knew she was going to tell him that it wasn't safe for him to fly in this kind of weather, but some how he knew that she would understand. Besides, he didn't like it when people saw him cry in front of him. It was just between him and his friend.
"Ok, just don't take long. Be home before dinner," she said as she started up the engine again. He closed the door with little effort, making sure he won't break it. He quickly put his warm hands in his pockets to keep them warm. He walked to the entrance, and quickly opened the door.
"My poor son," she said as his figure disappeared into the too familiar place. She shook her head, as too clear her mind. She wanted to leave quickly; she knew that she might have second thoughts if she stayed longer.
He walked down the cement, he always avoid walking through the grass. It was kind of disrespectful for the others. He closed his eyes, bowed his head down, and a warm tear felt down his cheek. He didn't know how he was able to walk up to him every year for 6 years. He reasoned that it was the friendship they had held, since they were little kids. And now, he still felt that they had that friendship. He knew that deep down he wasn't really gone, but he still missed his cherry attitude. He put his head to its normal position, facing his friend. There he was, and it seemed he had visitors earlier. His vision became blurry, and his legs began to move a little faster. He guessed it must be because it had been a long while since he had seen his friend. He walked upon the edge of the cement, the line between him and his friend.
"Long time no see?" he whispered as he slowly sat right in front of him. He turned his head to his left and saw the new flowers that they had brought him. They were pure white, with a little yellow stick in the middle.
"Your family came to visit you today? They haven't changed a bit; I saw them the other day. I'm sure they told you," he said as he turned his gaze to his friend again. How he wished to hear his voice again, to hear him say that he was ok, that he would forgive him for being a jerk the last time they had actually seen each other.
"You know, that time when I saw them it was little Pan's birthday, she has your eyes you know? She also has your smile," the lavender-haired teenager said as more tears filled his eyes, but a smile crept upon his lips this time. He saw in Pan just about everything about his friend.
"Goten, I'm sorry," he said as he bent his head down, he closed his eyes as though he was in pain, and tears fell freely down his cheeks unto the ground, "I know I've been saying that every since you died, but I don't know if you have actually forgiven me," a sob escaped his lips. He took out his right hand, and placed it in the little picture the tombstone held in the middle.
"Goten I really hope you can hear me," he said as he tried to calm down. He took a deep breath, and picked up his head. His eyes were red, and full of tears, "I just want to tell you that I would never forget about you. I would never replace you, but even if I wanted to I would never find someone like you," another sob escaped his lips. He couldn't stay longer; he would just stay there the whole night crying in front of the tombstone. He quickly took his left hand from his left pocket, revealing a white rose. He put it right next to his picture in the middle of the tombstone. He quickly got unto his legs, dusted off his black baggy pants, and put his hands back in his pockets.
"I hope that you haven't forgotten about me either, Goten," he said as he wiped away the tears, "See you soon Goten." The teenager walked away, his back to his friend, and started to walk to the exit of the cemetery. He knew that nearby was a small forest, he had visited when he wanted to be alone, after his friend had died. His friends and family knew about all the other places, where Goten used to live. That's why he had to go to the one near the cemetery. The trees there reminded him of the ones in the forest where they used to play. He quickly scanned the area and looked for the falling tree that had always been there since he was 10. The teenager soon found if and sat on it. All he had to do is to wait for his eyes return to normal; he closed his eyes. As he began to relax, he heard a twig snap nearby. He quickly opened his eyes, and looked for the source of the noise. His eyes jumped from tree to tree, until he found the noisemaker. It was little boy was dressed in a white robe, as though he had just come from the hospital. His skin was really pale, and his lips were a shade of light blue.
"Are you lost?" Trunks asked as he slowly got up from the tree. The boy backed away a bit, as though he was scared of him, the boy quickly looked down at the ground.
"It's ok I won't hurt you," said Trunks as he began to walk slowly to the startled boy. But as the teenager got closer, the boy would back away with every step Trunks made. The teenager decided to stop.
"Where are your parents?" asked Trunks trying to help the boy, but the boy didn't response. An eerie silence fell upon both of them, and then a cold wind began to blow.
"Is your name Trunks?" asked the little boy as he walked a little closer to Trunks. The teenager was freaked out, how could the little boy know his name. For sure he hadn't meet him before. Trunks gave the boy a weird look, and his left eyebrow lifted up.
"Yes, how do you know?" asked Trunks as he stood there, not wanting to scare the little boy away. He had to find out how in hell did he know his name. The little boy picked up his head, and looked straight into Trunks' royal blue eyes. The teenager froze; he just stood there as though he had been paralyzed.
"I know you're suffering because Goten died 6 years ago," the boy said as he walked closer, "To you the only way to stop suffering you need to know if he has forgiving you." The little boy walked a little closer to the surprised teenager. Trunks' eyes went wide open with surprise. Trunks tried to move, but somehow he was paralyzed. He tried to ask the boy how he knew all this, but the words got stuck in his throat.
"Trunks let go of that. Goten doesn't want to see you suffer because of him. Instead you're making him feel worse," the little boy kept looking at Trunks, making sure he understood what he was saying. Trunks' eyes became glassy, ready for tears to roll down. How can the boy know all of this?
"Goten has forgiven you, and wants you to live your life normally. He wants for you to stop feeling so guilty because you stopped talking to him before he died. He understands you did it so you or him won't get hurt when the time came for him to go," said the boy as he saw the teenager cry right in front of him.
"How do you know all of this?" asked Trunks finally able to become his surprised mood. He never met the boy before, and how does he know that Goten has forgiving him.
"I know Goten, a friend of mine," said the little boy as his eyes looked from Trunks' eyes to the ground again. As the boy let his gaze down, Trunks was able to move again. Trunks moved closer to the boy, but this time the boy stood there waiting for Trunks to come to him. Trunks walked slowly, making sure he wouldn't run away.
"How is he a friend of you?" asked Trunks as he slowly knelt down to face the boy. The boy looked up at him again, but this time Trunks was able to move.
"We live in the same place," asked boy simply as though Goten was really alive. Trunks was taking back of what the little boy just told him. How can he live with Goten when Goten is… Trunks' eyes went wide open in surprise again. The little boy gave a smile at Trunks.
"My name is James Nonnako, Goten says it's going to be ok, and that he will never forget you either," with that the little boy put his little arm on Trunks' left shoulder. Even though Trunks was wearing a jacket, he could still feel that James was cold. Trunks gave him a smile, but tears filled his royal blue eyes.
"He also said that he'll wait for you, when you're time comes," Trunks couldn't believe it. This was too much for him.
"Can you please do me a favor?" asked Trunks as he wiped away his tears with his right hand, and sniffed couple of times.
"Yes, what is it?" asked James as he saw Trunks' eyes became happier.
"Can you please tell him that when I get there, that he better be ready," said Trunks as he began to stand up in front of the little boy. James gave Trunks a weird look.
"Ready for what?"
"He knows why," Trunks said as he felt relieve deep in his heart. He finally knew that Goten had forgiving him.
"Good-bye Trunks," the image of the little boy disappeared as the cold wind began to slow down. Trunks just stared where the little boy had been standing. The teenager stood there, but then quickly remembered that he had to go home, before his mother yelled at him again. He quickly summoned energy from his body, white aura surrounded the teenager, and took the air in a second.
MINUTES LATER…
"Mom, I'm home," said Trunks as he walked into the living room and saw his little sister Bura playing with her friend Pan.
"Ok honey, we'll eat in a couple of minutes," he heard his mother's loud voice come from the kitchen. Trunks walked to the couch, and turned on the TV. Pan noticed that Trunks had just walked in, and left Bura playing with the Barbie dolls.
"Trunks are you ok?" a tiny voice asked. Trunks took off his gave from the TV and looked to his right. There she was, with a worried look in her eyes.
"I'm ok Panny, why do you ask?" said Trunks with a smile on his lips. Pan climbed on his lap, and put her warm hand upon his cold cheek.
"You were crying," said Pan with a worried tone on her voice. Trunks took her hand with his left strong hand.
"But I was crying for joy, Panny," Trunks said as he hugged the little girl. Pan hugged him back.
"Trunks don't cry again, please I don't like to see you sad," said Pan as she hugged him closer. Trunks could feel tears built up in the back of his eyes, but this time he had to hold them in. He knew that everything would be ok, and that he would now be able to feel better because Goten had forgiving him.
The End
I want to thank everyone that reviewed this story, thank you because without you, I wouldn't be able to finish this story. I hope you liked the ending. Hope to see you soon! ^_^
Cindy-chan