Ryuu-Omoi's Wrath
Written by: Fira Flame
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original version I wrote in the summer of 2002, it sucked royal ass, so I'm re-writing it! Enjoy! *********************
Chapter 3
Nuriko stepped quietly through the carpeted halls of the Issues house, wincing every time the floor groaned underneath this weight. He'd enjoyed his free time in Terra, away from the life as a seishi of Suzaku. Yeah, it had been all fun and games, but hanging around Hotohori-sama and Houku had been almost depressing for the Willow seishi. In his free time, he usually spent away in the city at the 'clubs' as they were called. Whenever he said he was going or was at one he kept getting the image of sitting on a huge wooden stick.
He enjoyed these clubs, ever EVER so much. He'd found a new hobby in life, dancing. He'd danced before, but never in the styles of this dimension. Nuriko watched from afar as other dancers showed their stuffed and picked out the tasteful and non-tasteful styles of dancing, and even adapted some of Keeren, Melissa and Teri's dances. They had weird names, but were fun. His favorite ones were 'the crab' and 'The lawn Sprinkler'. Usually, Nuriko'd leave the house at around eight in the evening and return at about two in the morning. Tonight he was home early because the club had to close up because it was a 'work night'.
Nuriko crept ever so closer to the stairs leading downwards to the basement when a small metallic ring alerted his ears and sent him jumping. He was lucky that he didn't run into Chichiri's door. The four Suzaku seishi left his door unlocked and slightly open, and if Nuriko ran into it, he'd crash into the monk's room and make quite a noise.
He stepped over to the phone and quietly lifted it off the receiver and raised it to his ear.
"H-hello?"
"Hello! Nuriko?"
"Hai, this is he." Nuriko said with a sigh, recognizing the voice of the frequently visiting GT-Trunks.
"What are you doing up Trunks-kun? It's one in the morning?"
"It is? Oh, jeez, I didn't notice. I'm in Japan right now! I wanted to take a look at some of the 'fan' merchandise over here."
"Yeah yeah, what time is it there?"
"Uhh... about seven in the morning."
"I thought you weren't an early bird."
"I'm not"
"All right, then why are you calling us?"
"I just wanted to inform ya'll that I'm visiting-"
"-again-" Nuriko added.
"-and y'know, hanging out!"
"All right..." Nuriko said with a sigh, admiring his nails. "When should I set the reservation?"
GT-Trunks snorted, holding back a short laugh. "About noon, maybe later if I get caught up in somthin' "
"M'kay. I'll inform the Lady Keeren." Nuriko said in a mock French maid voice, and then hung up while GT-Trunks was trying to start a conversation. Nuriko hung his head and slumped his shoulders as he all but dragged himself to bed.
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Teri tossed over under the covers of her bed, just remembered where she was after an oddly frequent dream. One of the oddest she'd had in a while, but they never happened. She opened a bleary eye and looked into her basement room, the light from a window near the ceiling burning her. Sitting up, her hand grazed against the back of the elf sleeping next to her.
She turned to him, admiring his completely relaxed form, back to her. It surprised herself that they had begun sleeping in the same bed, let alone the same room. The idea of the two of them brought a very faint flush to her face, remembering the happenings of last night. And the proper beatings of Keeren brought a short giggle.
Teri stood, walking over to the mirror set onto the wall. It would take time for her to get used to her new reflection. She could see herself clearly now without her glasses, without having to take a picture of herself. Her hair was no longer the messy curly-ness that was a pain to take care of and annoying when people messed with it, the names weren't as bad. (Curly, fuzzy, hairball, e.t.c) And now she had pointy ears, compared to her previous nearly round ears she had before. Running her hands over them constantly reminded her of her new heritage and gave her quite a 'fuzzy' chill; she guessed it was a sensitive area.
Looking down at her tail, she smiled to herself. Most of her life she wondered what it would be like to have another limb on her body, and now she had it. Only recently was it a pest, when it silently tries to attack Legolas from behind into his ticklish spots. It dawned on her that she'd never get to sleep if she went to bed after Legolas did.
She ran a brush easily through her silky hair, finding it almost completely free of knots. She found herself at a higher rank to her friends who tried growing their hair out but cut it because of the pain it was. Teri eyed the wolf calendar next to her desk and saw it was her day for laundry. She shrugged and effortlessly began to toss all the dirty clothes in the room into a basket, making sure she only got HER clothing, and not the prince's who slept calmly in her bed.
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Chichiri stepped out of his room yawning, running a hand through his gravity defying hair. As he passed the living room, he eyed the two pyros on the couch, busy watching television, both with a bowl of cereal in hand. Milk and odd shaped corn puffs or flakes. Weird combination, but tasty. Although he didn't really enjoy it, the monk preferred coffee and toast to his liking.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu, na no da." He said as he stepped into the kitchen/dining room. The kitchen was rather large and they didn't feel like having to leave the room to eat their food so they just moved the oak dining table into the kitchen.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu." Keeren and Nuriko replied, Nuriko seemed a bit tired, as usual. He sat down, still uncomfortable with the high chairs and the high tables compared to back in Konan, where you kneeled on the floor at very lock tables. But sometimes sitting on our but instead of your ankles felt better.
Keeren munched noisily on a bowl of Capin' Crunch while reading a newspaper in hand. Nuriko was sipping his coffee, trying to wake up, as he was home by one.
"Aren't you going to tell Keeren about the phone call no da?" Chichiri asked, looking at Nuriko. The man suddenly looked up.
"How do you know about that!"
"I know everything, plus you made quite a noise when it rang last night, no da." Chichiri said with a grin.
Nuriko sighed, rubbing his temples. Keeren looked between the monk and the strongman, confused.
"Am I to be included in this or what?" She asked finally.
"GT-Trunks called last night from Japan while he was lookin' at some fan merchandise and said he's coming for a visit."
"Oh really?" Keeren inquired, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes really. No get out of my face your breath stinks." Nuriko said, Keeren growing closer, a sick grin on her face. She stuck out her tongue and backed off, snickering all the way.
"Well I'm going to take a shower then. Ciao!" Keeren said, tossing her bowl into the sink and leaving the room.
"Psycho."
"I agree, no da."
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A lone fighter flew above the rocky mountains, hands at his sides and face foreword towards his objective. GT-Trunks smiled to himself as he flew, his lavender hair whipping in his face. It was still weird to him, where only almost a year ago he found out that outside his world, in another dimension, were many more, one of which his and his family's life were famed as a television 'anime'. He'd met Keeren and she'd told him all about it, after having some odd experiences with the girl.
Back in Japan, where he was residing in only four hours ago, there had been posters, toys, mangas, key chains, fans, everything! Most of them that were sold out were either of him or his father, which impressed him the most.
There was a sudden flair of ki to the north, which stopped his train of though. He jerked his head towards the ki and stopped in mid-air. A ball of red ki flashed past his head, surprising him and throwing him a back. He watched as it missed him and hit a hillside. Glaring, he looked for the source, rather un-impressed when he found it.
There was a small boy standing in the air, bright red hair, Saiya-Jin like tail and loose, brown training garbs. What shocked the lavender haired Saiya-jin was his blank eyes, no pupils at all.
"May I help you?" Trunks asked, putting his hands on his hips, suspicious of the boy.
"No, but the question is, can I help you?" The boy cleared his throat and continued. "My name is Ryuu-Omoi, genetic wonder. I have a self implied mission, which is to destroy people like you, so I, can take over the world and all that other stuff."
"That sounds lame"
"Hai, it does. But I want it so bad, even if it sounds like a lame 80's Saturday morning cartoon. Now..." Ryuu glared at Trunks. "I would just ask you to surrender, but where's the fun in that? So lets brawl."
"Fine with me" Trunks said, taking a fighting position, Ryuu doing the same.
In an instant the pair charged at each other. The two begun throwing fierce punches at each other, Trunks landed a harsh hit to Ryuu's face, as Ryuu hit him in the stomach, causing him to bend over. Ryuu quickly threw his knee into Trunks in the face, sending him back. He let out a laugh as he grabbed Trunks's hair and head butted him on the bridge of his nose.
Trunks cried out, holding his now broken nose, blood oozing out of it.
"And now to finish the job." Ryuu said, noting Trunks's now sluggish movements. His brow deepened as he concentrated his ki onto the small gem on his forehead. The gem flickered slightly like a light, until it glowed a soft yellow. Trunks let out a cough, then a grunt, as he gritted his teeth, holding his hands to his head. His eyes shut tightly, trying to force the pain away from his head, as if in any moment it would explode into a million tiny bits.
Ryuu let out a sharp laugh as he watched his victim writhe in pain. Trunks suddenly ripped his hands away from his head and to his sides, throwing his head backwards, his eyes and mouth open in a silent scream. His fingers stretched like claws as the control of his body failed.
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"What the hell?!" Teri shouted, looking to the east. A failure ki raised and fell in pain and confusion.
"That's GT-Trunks!" Melissa said. Her and her sister exchanged glances before they summoned their ki and shot off into the east.
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Ryuu laughed again, sneering at Trunks.
"You see boy! Never judge a book by it's cov-AHH!!"
Ryuu let out a hollow wail as a blow to the back sent him flying into a hillside. Trunks suddenly stopped twitching and relaxed as his eyes fluttered shut and he begun to fall.
"Trunks!" Teri shouted, seeing him fall. She quickly flew down to catch him. Melissa glared confused at the small cloud of dust where Ryuu had been sent. Who was he? Teri flew up to her side, holding GT-Trunks in her arms.
"He doesn't look to good...." She said.
"I'll try healing him when we get back. Lets go, NOW" Melissa said, not looking at her sister. Teri nodded and the two took off.
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Melissa placed both hands over Trunks's head, closed her eyes and began to concentrate. A white glow surrounded her hand, as small white bubbles flew from her hand and into Trunks's wounds. After a moment, she opened her eyes and shook her head.
"I don't know why, but I can't heal him completely. His wounds are healed but something tells me I can't finish it." She looked up at her friends, Keeren on her knees, resting her head on the couch seat, Teri as her side, Tasuki, Chichiri and Chiriko near by.
"I have no idea what to make of this..."
Chiriko looked from Melissa, to GT-Trunks, to Keeren. He suddenly stepped forward and spoke.
"It's it okay if I examine him?" The boy of 15 asked, looking at the older women.
"Sure, be my guest." Melissa replied, stepping back.
"I'd like to have a clear room, so could you please..." Chiriko made signals for them to leave, and they did.
"Keeren." Chiriko said as she stood. "You don't need to leave." Keeren nodded and sat down in the lazy boy, bringing her knees to her chest as she rested, lost in her own void of thoughts.
Around a half hour later, Chiriko made his decision and called everyone back in.
"I'm confused out of this world with this... it seems the boy who attacked him was the power to enter the mind and basically hard boil it." Chiriko sighed, pushing some hair behind his ear. "This could be bad guys... even with his Saiya-Jin advanced healing he'll never live to see a full recovery.... I give him a week..."
The sound of what seemed like a sick dog's yelp came from the la-Z-boy caught several being's attention. They turned to see Keeren, hugging her legs tightly, her lavender haired head buried in her lap, her body racking with short-tempered sobs. Melissa felt sorry for her, knowing there was nothing they could really do. She suddenly realized something.
"Wait! What about the Dragon Balls!" She said urgently.
Chiriko looked up, smiling. "Very true, we could use those to heal him or revive him."
"Wait." Teri said. "Won't we have t' wait six months though?"
"Oh yeah.. that's right..." Melissa said, frowning. She turned to Keeren, kneeling down and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry K-chan, what's six months...?"
"Everything." Keeren sobbed, taking in a racked breath, her voice muffled by her legs. "Do you have any idea what could happen in six months? When he dies I'd become a nervous, crying-all-the-time wreck, I'd never come out of my room and possibly starve to death." She sniffled harshly. "And if I didn't starve, even with the knowledge that he'd be revived in due time, I'd most likely commit suicide!"
With that, the Saiya-Jin woman grew silent, the only sounds coming from her were short quick sniffs and the occasional cough. Melissa frowned, her entire heart going out to her friend of nearly twenty years. She hung her head and stood, looking towards everyone else.
"That's it then isn't it?"
Chiriko nodded, looking down. Tasuki ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the back of the couch. Teri crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the floor.
"I guess that's it then...." Melissa finished, sighing.
The group was quiet for another few minutes, nobody knowing what to do at all.
"Wait a second... I've got an idea."
Everyone looked to Chiriko, who looked up at everyone, a serious look on his face.
"If I'm correct, the thing with most cases like this, if you destroy what caused something, it should help or cure the victim. So-"
"If we totally kick this kid's ass and get rid of him, Trunks-kun should be fine!" Teri finished for Chiriko.
"Exactly!" Chiriko nodded, smiling, but it faded quickly. "But there's a catch.
"In a case like this, the most obvious thing to do is to do what the victimizer did to the victim. And in this case, we'd need to 'destroy' his mind."
********************* A/N: To Be Continued.....
I do not own these characters; they belong to their respective owners. Keeren belongs to me and Missy and Teri belong to Missy and Teri.
This is a re-written version of the original version I wrote in the summer of 2002, it sucked royal ass, so I'm re-writing it! Enjoy! *********************
Chapter 3
Nuriko stepped quietly through the carpeted halls of the Issues house, wincing every time the floor groaned underneath this weight. He'd enjoyed his free time in Terra, away from the life as a seishi of Suzaku. Yeah, it had been all fun and games, but hanging around Hotohori-sama and Houku had been almost depressing for the Willow seishi. In his free time, he usually spent away in the city at the 'clubs' as they were called. Whenever he said he was going or was at one he kept getting the image of sitting on a huge wooden stick.
He enjoyed these clubs, ever EVER so much. He'd found a new hobby in life, dancing. He'd danced before, but never in the styles of this dimension. Nuriko watched from afar as other dancers showed their stuffed and picked out the tasteful and non-tasteful styles of dancing, and even adapted some of Keeren, Melissa and Teri's dances. They had weird names, but were fun. His favorite ones were 'the crab' and 'The lawn Sprinkler'. Usually, Nuriko'd leave the house at around eight in the evening and return at about two in the morning. Tonight he was home early because the club had to close up because it was a 'work night'.
Nuriko crept ever so closer to the stairs leading downwards to the basement when a small metallic ring alerted his ears and sent him jumping. He was lucky that he didn't run into Chichiri's door. The four Suzaku seishi left his door unlocked and slightly open, and if Nuriko ran into it, he'd crash into the monk's room and make quite a noise.
He stepped over to the phone and quietly lifted it off the receiver and raised it to his ear.
"H-hello?"
"Hello! Nuriko?"
"Hai, this is he." Nuriko said with a sigh, recognizing the voice of the frequently visiting GT-Trunks.
"What are you doing up Trunks-kun? It's one in the morning?"
"It is? Oh, jeez, I didn't notice. I'm in Japan right now! I wanted to take a look at some of the 'fan' merchandise over here."
"Yeah yeah, what time is it there?"
"Uhh... about seven in the morning."
"I thought you weren't an early bird."
"I'm not"
"All right, then why are you calling us?"
"I just wanted to inform ya'll that I'm visiting-"
"-again-" Nuriko added.
"-and y'know, hanging out!"
"All right..." Nuriko said with a sigh, admiring his nails. "When should I set the reservation?"
GT-Trunks snorted, holding back a short laugh. "About noon, maybe later if I get caught up in somthin' "
"M'kay. I'll inform the Lady Keeren." Nuriko said in a mock French maid voice, and then hung up while GT-Trunks was trying to start a conversation. Nuriko hung his head and slumped his shoulders as he all but dragged himself to bed.
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Teri tossed over under the covers of her bed, just remembered where she was after an oddly frequent dream. One of the oddest she'd had in a while, but they never happened. She opened a bleary eye and looked into her basement room, the light from a window near the ceiling burning her. Sitting up, her hand grazed against the back of the elf sleeping next to her.
She turned to him, admiring his completely relaxed form, back to her. It surprised herself that they had begun sleeping in the same bed, let alone the same room. The idea of the two of them brought a very faint flush to her face, remembering the happenings of last night. And the proper beatings of Keeren brought a short giggle.
Teri stood, walking over to the mirror set onto the wall. It would take time for her to get used to her new reflection. She could see herself clearly now without her glasses, without having to take a picture of herself. Her hair was no longer the messy curly-ness that was a pain to take care of and annoying when people messed with it, the names weren't as bad. (Curly, fuzzy, hairball, e.t.c) And now she had pointy ears, compared to her previous nearly round ears she had before. Running her hands over them constantly reminded her of her new heritage and gave her quite a 'fuzzy' chill; she guessed it was a sensitive area.
Looking down at her tail, she smiled to herself. Most of her life she wondered what it would be like to have another limb on her body, and now she had it. Only recently was it a pest, when it silently tries to attack Legolas from behind into his ticklish spots. It dawned on her that she'd never get to sleep if she went to bed after Legolas did.
She ran a brush easily through her silky hair, finding it almost completely free of knots. She found herself at a higher rank to her friends who tried growing their hair out but cut it because of the pain it was. Teri eyed the wolf calendar next to her desk and saw it was her day for laundry. She shrugged and effortlessly began to toss all the dirty clothes in the room into a basket, making sure she only got HER clothing, and not the prince's who slept calmly in her bed.
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Chichiri stepped out of his room yawning, running a hand through his gravity defying hair. As he passed the living room, he eyed the two pyros on the couch, busy watching television, both with a bowl of cereal in hand. Milk and odd shaped corn puffs or flakes. Weird combination, but tasty. Although he didn't really enjoy it, the monk preferred coffee and toast to his liking.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu, na no da." He said as he stepped into the kitchen/dining room. The kitchen was rather large and they didn't feel like having to leave the room to eat their food so they just moved the oak dining table into the kitchen.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu." Keeren and Nuriko replied, Nuriko seemed a bit tired, as usual. He sat down, still uncomfortable with the high chairs and the high tables compared to back in Konan, where you kneeled on the floor at very lock tables. But sometimes sitting on our but instead of your ankles felt better.
Keeren munched noisily on a bowl of Capin' Crunch while reading a newspaper in hand. Nuriko was sipping his coffee, trying to wake up, as he was home by one.
"Aren't you going to tell Keeren about the phone call no da?" Chichiri asked, looking at Nuriko. The man suddenly looked up.
"How do you know about that!"
"I know everything, plus you made quite a noise when it rang last night, no da." Chichiri said with a grin.
Nuriko sighed, rubbing his temples. Keeren looked between the monk and the strongman, confused.
"Am I to be included in this or what?" She asked finally.
"GT-Trunks called last night from Japan while he was lookin' at some fan merchandise and said he's coming for a visit."
"Oh really?" Keeren inquired, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes really. No get out of my face your breath stinks." Nuriko said, Keeren growing closer, a sick grin on her face. She stuck out her tongue and backed off, snickering all the way.
"Well I'm going to take a shower then. Ciao!" Keeren said, tossing her bowl into the sink and leaving the room.
"Psycho."
"I agree, no da."
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A lone fighter flew above the rocky mountains, hands at his sides and face foreword towards his objective. GT-Trunks smiled to himself as he flew, his lavender hair whipping in his face. It was still weird to him, where only almost a year ago he found out that outside his world, in another dimension, were many more, one of which his and his family's life were famed as a television 'anime'. He'd met Keeren and she'd told him all about it, after having some odd experiences with the girl.
Back in Japan, where he was residing in only four hours ago, there had been posters, toys, mangas, key chains, fans, everything! Most of them that were sold out were either of him or his father, which impressed him the most.
There was a sudden flair of ki to the north, which stopped his train of though. He jerked his head towards the ki and stopped in mid-air. A ball of red ki flashed past his head, surprising him and throwing him a back. He watched as it missed him and hit a hillside. Glaring, he looked for the source, rather un-impressed when he found it.
There was a small boy standing in the air, bright red hair, Saiya-Jin like tail and loose, brown training garbs. What shocked the lavender haired Saiya-jin was his blank eyes, no pupils at all.
"May I help you?" Trunks asked, putting his hands on his hips, suspicious of the boy.
"No, but the question is, can I help you?" The boy cleared his throat and continued. "My name is Ryuu-Omoi, genetic wonder. I have a self implied mission, which is to destroy people like you, so I, can take over the world and all that other stuff."
"That sounds lame"
"Hai, it does. But I want it so bad, even if it sounds like a lame 80's Saturday morning cartoon. Now..." Ryuu glared at Trunks. "I would just ask you to surrender, but where's the fun in that? So lets brawl."
"Fine with me" Trunks said, taking a fighting position, Ryuu doing the same.
In an instant the pair charged at each other. The two begun throwing fierce punches at each other, Trunks landed a harsh hit to Ryuu's face, as Ryuu hit him in the stomach, causing him to bend over. Ryuu quickly threw his knee into Trunks in the face, sending him back. He let out a laugh as he grabbed Trunks's hair and head butted him on the bridge of his nose.
Trunks cried out, holding his now broken nose, blood oozing out of it.
"And now to finish the job." Ryuu said, noting Trunks's now sluggish movements. His brow deepened as he concentrated his ki onto the small gem on his forehead. The gem flickered slightly like a light, until it glowed a soft yellow. Trunks let out a cough, then a grunt, as he gritted his teeth, holding his hands to his head. His eyes shut tightly, trying to force the pain away from his head, as if in any moment it would explode into a million tiny bits.
Ryuu let out a sharp laugh as he watched his victim writhe in pain. Trunks suddenly ripped his hands away from his head and to his sides, throwing his head backwards, his eyes and mouth open in a silent scream. His fingers stretched like claws as the control of his body failed.
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"What the hell?!" Teri shouted, looking to the east. A failure ki raised and fell in pain and confusion.
"That's GT-Trunks!" Melissa said. Her and her sister exchanged glances before they summoned their ki and shot off into the east.
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Ryuu laughed again, sneering at Trunks.
"You see boy! Never judge a book by it's cov-AHH!!"
Ryuu let out a hollow wail as a blow to the back sent him flying into a hillside. Trunks suddenly stopped twitching and relaxed as his eyes fluttered shut and he begun to fall.
"Trunks!" Teri shouted, seeing him fall. She quickly flew down to catch him. Melissa glared confused at the small cloud of dust where Ryuu had been sent. Who was he? Teri flew up to her side, holding GT-Trunks in her arms.
"He doesn't look to good...." She said.
"I'll try healing him when we get back. Lets go, NOW" Melissa said, not looking at her sister. Teri nodded and the two took off.
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Melissa placed both hands over Trunks's head, closed her eyes and began to concentrate. A white glow surrounded her hand, as small white bubbles flew from her hand and into Trunks's wounds. After a moment, she opened her eyes and shook her head.
"I don't know why, but I can't heal him completely. His wounds are healed but something tells me I can't finish it." She looked up at her friends, Keeren on her knees, resting her head on the couch seat, Teri as her side, Tasuki, Chichiri and Chiriko near by.
"I have no idea what to make of this..."
Chiriko looked from Melissa, to GT-Trunks, to Keeren. He suddenly stepped forward and spoke.
"It's it okay if I examine him?" The boy of 15 asked, looking at the older women.
"Sure, be my guest." Melissa replied, stepping back.
"I'd like to have a clear room, so could you please..." Chiriko made signals for them to leave, and they did.
"Keeren." Chiriko said as she stood. "You don't need to leave." Keeren nodded and sat down in the lazy boy, bringing her knees to her chest as she rested, lost in her own void of thoughts.
Around a half hour later, Chiriko made his decision and called everyone back in.
"I'm confused out of this world with this... it seems the boy who attacked him was the power to enter the mind and basically hard boil it." Chiriko sighed, pushing some hair behind his ear. "This could be bad guys... even with his Saiya-Jin advanced healing he'll never live to see a full recovery.... I give him a week..."
The sound of what seemed like a sick dog's yelp came from the la-Z-boy caught several being's attention. They turned to see Keeren, hugging her legs tightly, her lavender haired head buried in her lap, her body racking with short-tempered sobs. Melissa felt sorry for her, knowing there was nothing they could really do. She suddenly realized something.
"Wait! What about the Dragon Balls!" She said urgently.
Chiriko looked up, smiling. "Very true, we could use those to heal him or revive him."
"Wait." Teri said. "Won't we have t' wait six months though?"
"Oh yeah.. that's right..." Melissa said, frowning. She turned to Keeren, kneeling down and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry K-chan, what's six months...?"
"Everything." Keeren sobbed, taking in a racked breath, her voice muffled by her legs. "Do you have any idea what could happen in six months? When he dies I'd become a nervous, crying-all-the-time wreck, I'd never come out of my room and possibly starve to death." She sniffled harshly. "And if I didn't starve, even with the knowledge that he'd be revived in due time, I'd most likely commit suicide!"
With that, the Saiya-Jin woman grew silent, the only sounds coming from her were short quick sniffs and the occasional cough. Melissa frowned, her entire heart going out to her friend of nearly twenty years. She hung her head and stood, looking towards everyone else.
"That's it then isn't it?"
Chiriko nodded, looking down. Tasuki ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the back of the couch. Teri crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the floor.
"I guess that's it then...." Melissa finished, sighing.
The group was quiet for another few minutes, nobody knowing what to do at all.
"Wait a second... I've got an idea."
Everyone looked to Chiriko, who looked up at everyone, a serious look on his face.
"If I'm correct, the thing with most cases like this, if you destroy what caused something, it should help or cure the victim. So-"
"If we totally kick this kid's ass and get rid of him, Trunks-kun should be fine!" Teri finished for Chiriko.
"Exactly!" Chiriko nodded, smiling, but it faded quickly. "But there's a catch.
"In a case like this, the most obvious thing to do is to do what the victimizer did to the victim. And in this case, we'd need to 'destroy' his mind."
********************* A/N: To Be Continued.....
