AUTHOR'S NOTES: Kinomi here...seems I had a brain fart a few Chapters ago in my credits...the name of the New Found Glory Song I used is "Boy Crazy"...my bad. That'll teach me to write authors notes at 2am, ne? Probably not...carry on minna.
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Trunks woke up in the middle of the night sensing that something wasn't right. He focused his eyes on the ceiling and tried to put his finger on what was out of place. Instinctively he reached his hand over to put it on Marron and found she wasn't there. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw she wasn't in the room at all and he sighed.
She had been living with him for over a month now, a month that saw him being happier and happier every day as his feelings for her grew. On the other hand it had been a month of ever increasing stresses for Marron, Yamucha had left to go back home to the desert for a while and while Marron hadn't said much about it Trunks knew she missed him terribly. She had quickly gotten a lot of work in the recording studio as a session musician and had become one of the most requested musicians there. She had also sold a few songs to other artists, in addition to pressure from Shiro to spend more time songwriting for the band.
Trunks didn't like the demands Shiro made on Marron one bit, he was always pressuring her for more commitment to the band, wanting her to spend less time with Trunks or doing studio work. Trunks actually liked when Marron worked in the studio, unless she got tapped for a night recording session. She was home when he got there after work and he could be with her. He hated the weekends though when she played with the band, she would come home so late and exhausted that even if he waited up for her she fell asleep in his arms in two minutes. Then rose to spend too few hours with him before taking off to play another gig.
Trunks got up and slipped a pair of pajama bottoms on to go and look for her. He knew she hadn't been sleeping well the past few days and something was bothering her, but she hadn't told him exactly what it was. He finally found her on the roof of the building in her nightgown with her acoustic guitar. He approached from behind her silently, something about her posture stayed him as she played an intricate and complex piece of music; instead of strumming she was fingerpicking each note as her fingers flew over the fret board. He heard her make one mistake and then two before she set her guitar aside roughly; pulling her knees up to her chest as she dropped her head. Trunks could see her slender shoulders shaking and realized she was sobbing quietly.
He closed the distance to her quickly and sat behind her wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek on her back - just offering the comfort of his presence for the moment. Her sobs trailed off to sniffles finally and she leaned into him as he pulled her more fully into his lap.
"I didn't wake you did I?" She asked quietly and her voice was oddly flat. Trunks held her against his bare chest, it was chilly up here and she only had a thin flannel nightgown on. He didn't want her to get sick from a chill so he raised his ki slightly to warm her as he kissed her temple.
"No, I woke up and you were gone...I can't sleep anymore without my Maro-chan." He said with a smile. She didn't return it. "What's wrong?" He asked her gently. She looked away over the rooftops of the sleeping city, the fog creeping in around the buildings.
"Nothing...everything." She said softly. Trunks kissed her head again.
"You'll have to be more specific than that missy." He teased. She turned her cat like blue eyes to him, so like her mother's, her expression unreadable.
"It's late Trunks...or should I say early? You should go back to bed...don't worry about me." She said with a sigh.
"Not a chance. I want to know what's wrong."
"Why?" She asked her eyes searching his. He brushed her loose hair away from her face tenderly.
"Because I care...whatever is bothering you we can solve it if we work it out together." He told her. She looked down, so close. He always came so close to actually telling her he loved her but never quite did. The way he looked at her said that he did, the way he held her and the way he touched her gave her glimpses of how he felt for her but he never said it.
"I have to record that song in the studio tomorrow so the singer can lay down the vocal track over it and I can't get it right...it's too hard. My fingers aren't fast enough." Marron said going with the least of her problems. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips.
"You have very talented hands Maro-chan. When did you get it?" He asked...it had sounded good to him.
"This afternoon." She said resting her head on his shoulder. He made a disgusted sound.
"For Dende's sake Marron! They can't expect you to learn that in one day!"
"They don't...I do. It's my job, and I'm good at it. I don't know why I can't get this one right...I can't seem to concentrate." She mumbled.
"You're too hard on yourself Marron." He told her and gently rocked her in his arms. He had only lived with her a short time but he knew from his long friendship with her that if Marron was this bothered it was usually many something's and not just one thing. He also knew it could be like prying open a mussel to get it out of her. She was always so supportive of him when he had cruddy days, always greeting him with a kiss and a big dinner or leaving him be if that's what he needed. He wanted to do the same for her.
"What else?" He asked her. She didn't say anything for so long he thought she wasn't going to.
"Trunks...it's three in the morning. You should go back to bed. You have work in-" She started trying to change the subject. He turned her in his lap so she faced him.
"I don't care...whatever is bothering you is more important. I can rearrange my schedule." She bit her lip and stared at the base of his throat, unable to look into his piercing blue eyes.
Marron tried to think of a way to tell him, the best way to tell him of the suspicion she had. How could she be so careless? As if she didn't have enough secrets on her plate now: her father thought she worked in an office and was Paris' roommate, Trunks' family had no idea she lived with him. If they came over she made herself scarce, she never answered his phone. If she left now no one would really know she'd been other than a friend or a brief affair. Except that now I might be having his child, she thought.
She wasn't sorry that she might be pregnant, although when her father and Vegeta found out she might damn well be, but this was a really horrible time for it to happen. How could she manage all the things in her life AND a child too? Would Trunks even want it?
She glanced up at the sky...Dende, why do you hate me? She wondered. She looked back down into Trunks' face as he patiently waited for her to tell him what was on her mind. It would do no good to tell him her suspicion about her possible delicate condition until she knew for sure.
"All these secrets and half truths...I feel like I don't even know what's real anymore." Marron said under her breath.
"We're real Marron." Trunks murmured against her hair.
"Are we? What makes it so when we hide our relationship from everyone?" Marron said miserably. "Am I real when I have to hide who I am from everyone but you and Uncle Yamucha?"
Trunks began rocking her gently again to try and calm her down, he hated seeing her this upset. He knew as time passed that it got harder and harder for Marron to even think of telling her father her secrets. She was so afraid of letting him down. If only there was a way that Kuririn could see how talented his daughter was then there would be no way he could be disappointed in her.
Trunks started to smile as a plan began to form in his mind. He would need a lot of help to pull it off and Marron was going to be plenty angry with him for it. He looked down at her resting against his chest and tilted her face up to his and kissed her his arms tightening around her as his eyes closed. He could lose her over this, and the thought disturbed him - but he would do anything to make her happy, as happy as she made him.
"Everything will be fine Marron, I promise you." He whispered and gave her that cocky confident grin. Marron smiled weakly back wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.
"Really?" She asked, her voice lacking confidence. Trunks leaned in and kissed her again, his blue eyes dancing in the starlight.
"Do you trust me?" Marron looked at him closely.
"The last time you asked me that you jumped off a building with me..." Marron said. Trunks got up and pulled her up with him. "But yes...I trust you Trunks."
"Good." Trunks said and threw Marron over one hard muscled shoulder then picked up her guitar. "Because it's well past your bedtime missy." He said and started heading back downstairs. Marron reached for her guitar as she hung over Trunks' shoulder.
"But Trunks! I need to practice...and I'm not ready to go to sleep yet." She argued. Trunks grinned devilishly and slid the hand that had been holding her in place across the backs of her thighs up to caress her backside.
"Who ever said we were going to sleep?"
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AUTHORS NOTE: Many thanks to those who read and review my fics...I appreciate all your words of encouragement and praise. This story may be on short hiatus while I work on "The Timeline Orphans" an (ultimately) AU story about Mirai Trunks and Marron. But I will be finishing up Marron's Choice soon as well. Questions, Comments and Suggestion all gladly taken...flames too.
Ja ne minna!
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Trunks woke up in the middle of the night sensing that something wasn't right. He focused his eyes on the ceiling and tried to put his finger on what was out of place. Instinctively he reached his hand over to put it on Marron and found she wasn't there. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw she wasn't in the room at all and he sighed.
She had been living with him for over a month now, a month that saw him being happier and happier every day as his feelings for her grew. On the other hand it had been a month of ever increasing stresses for Marron, Yamucha had left to go back home to the desert for a while and while Marron hadn't said much about it Trunks knew she missed him terribly. She had quickly gotten a lot of work in the recording studio as a session musician and had become one of the most requested musicians there. She had also sold a few songs to other artists, in addition to pressure from Shiro to spend more time songwriting for the band.
Trunks didn't like the demands Shiro made on Marron one bit, he was always pressuring her for more commitment to the band, wanting her to spend less time with Trunks or doing studio work. Trunks actually liked when Marron worked in the studio, unless she got tapped for a night recording session. She was home when he got there after work and he could be with her. He hated the weekends though when she played with the band, she would come home so late and exhausted that even if he waited up for her she fell asleep in his arms in two minutes. Then rose to spend too few hours with him before taking off to play another gig.
Trunks got up and slipped a pair of pajama bottoms on to go and look for her. He knew she hadn't been sleeping well the past few days and something was bothering her, but she hadn't told him exactly what it was. He finally found her on the roof of the building in her nightgown with her acoustic guitar. He approached from behind her silently, something about her posture stayed him as she played an intricate and complex piece of music; instead of strumming she was fingerpicking each note as her fingers flew over the fret board. He heard her make one mistake and then two before she set her guitar aside roughly; pulling her knees up to her chest as she dropped her head. Trunks could see her slender shoulders shaking and realized she was sobbing quietly.
He closed the distance to her quickly and sat behind her wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek on her back - just offering the comfort of his presence for the moment. Her sobs trailed off to sniffles finally and she leaned into him as he pulled her more fully into his lap.
"I didn't wake you did I?" She asked quietly and her voice was oddly flat. Trunks held her against his bare chest, it was chilly up here and she only had a thin flannel nightgown on. He didn't want her to get sick from a chill so he raised his ki slightly to warm her as he kissed her temple.
"No, I woke up and you were gone...I can't sleep anymore without my Maro-chan." He said with a smile. She didn't return it. "What's wrong?" He asked her gently. She looked away over the rooftops of the sleeping city, the fog creeping in around the buildings.
"Nothing...everything." She said softly. Trunks kissed her head again.
"You'll have to be more specific than that missy." He teased. She turned her cat like blue eyes to him, so like her mother's, her expression unreadable.
"It's late Trunks...or should I say early? You should go back to bed...don't worry about me." She said with a sigh.
"Not a chance. I want to know what's wrong."
"Why?" She asked her eyes searching his. He brushed her loose hair away from her face tenderly.
"Because I care...whatever is bothering you we can solve it if we work it out together." He told her. She looked down, so close. He always came so close to actually telling her he loved her but never quite did. The way he looked at her said that he did, the way he held her and the way he touched her gave her glimpses of how he felt for her but he never said it.
"I have to record that song in the studio tomorrow so the singer can lay down the vocal track over it and I can't get it right...it's too hard. My fingers aren't fast enough." Marron said going with the least of her problems. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips.
"You have very talented hands Maro-chan. When did you get it?" He asked...it had sounded good to him.
"This afternoon." She said resting her head on his shoulder. He made a disgusted sound.
"For Dende's sake Marron! They can't expect you to learn that in one day!"
"They don't...I do. It's my job, and I'm good at it. I don't know why I can't get this one right...I can't seem to concentrate." She mumbled.
"You're too hard on yourself Marron." He told her and gently rocked her in his arms. He had only lived with her a short time but he knew from his long friendship with her that if Marron was this bothered it was usually many something's and not just one thing. He also knew it could be like prying open a mussel to get it out of her. She was always so supportive of him when he had cruddy days, always greeting him with a kiss and a big dinner or leaving him be if that's what he needed. He wanted to do the same for her.
"What else?" He asked her. She didn't say anything for so long he thought she wasn't going to.
"Trunks...it's three in the morning. You should go back to bed. You have work in-" She started trying to change the subject. He turned her in his lap so she faced him.
"I don't care...whatever is bothering you is more important. I can rearrange my schedule." She bit her lip and stared at the base of his throat, unable to look into his piercing blue eyes.
Marron tried to think of a way to tell him, the best way to tell him of the suspicion she had. How could she be so careless? As if she didn't have enough secrets on her plate now: her father thought she worked in an office and was Paris' roommate, Trunks' family had no idea she lived with him. If they came over she made herself scarce, she never answered his phone. If she left now no one would really know she'd been other than a friend or a brief affair. Except that now I might be having his child, she thought.
She wasn't sorry that she might be pregnant, although when her father and Vegeta found out she might damn well be, but this was a really horrible time for it to happen. How could she manage all the things in her life AND a child too? Would Trunks even want it?
She glanced up at the sky...Dende, why do you hate me? She wondered. She looked back down into Trunks' face as he patiently waited for her to tell him what was on her mind. It would do no good to tell him her suspicion about her possible delicate condition until she knew for sure.
"All these secrets and half truths...I feel like I don't even know what's real anymore." Marron said under her breath.
"We're real Marron." Trunks murmured against her hair.
"Are we? What makes it so when we hide our relationship from everyone?" Marron said miserably. "Am I real when I have to hide who I am from everyone but you and Uncle Yamucha?"
Trunks began rocking her gently again to try and calm her down, he hated seeing her this upset. He knew as time passed that it got harder and harder for Marron to even think of telling her father her secrets. She was so afraid of letting him down. If only there was a way that Kuririn could see how talented his daughter was then there would be no way he could be disappointed in her.
Trunks started to smile as a plan began to form in his mind. He would need a lot of help to pull it off and Marron was going to be plenty angry with him for it. He looked down at her resting against his chest and tilted her face up to his and kissed her his arms tightening around her as his eyes closed. He could lose her over this, and the thought disturbed him - but he would do anything to make her happy, as happy as she made him.
"Everything will be fine Marron, I promise you." He whispered and gave her that cocky confident grin. Marron smiled weakly back wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.
"Really?" She asked, her voice lacking confidence. Trunks leaned in and kissed her again, his blue eyes dancing in the starlight.
"Do you trust me?" Marron looked at him closely.
"The last time you asked me that you jumped off a building with me..." Marron said. Trunks got up and pulled her up with him. "But yes...I trust you Trunks."
"Good." Trunks said and threw Marron over one hard muscled shoulder then picked up her guitar. "Because it's well past your bedtime missy." He said and started heading back downstairs. Marron reached for her guitar as she hung over Trunks' shoulder.
"But Trunks! I need to practice...and I'm not ready to go to sleep yet." She argued. Trunks grinned devilishly and slid the hand that had been holding her in place across the backs of her thighs up to caress her backside.
"Who ever said we were going to sleep?"
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AUTHORS NOTE: Many thanks to those who read and review my fics...I appreciate all your words of encouragement and praise. This story may be on short hiatus while I work on "The Timeline Orphans" an (ultimately) AU story about Mirai Trunks and Marron. But I will be finishing up Marron's Choice soon as well. Questions, Comments and Suggestion all gladly taken...flames too.
Ja ne minna!