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Here's To The Night

V. For Crying Out Loud - 2

By: Jenny

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Previously:

Curious, she reached her hand in and pulled out the object. Her eyes met with a half empty bottle of vodka.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, slightly yelling.

"I'm not giving it to you." She stated obviously, shrugging.

Growling, he glared at her a few seconds.

"The hell you won't…"

He stepped closer to her and reached around her back, grabbing it before Marron could move.

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Two bodies.

Two minds.

Two pairs of eyes.

Two hair-singeing glares.

Blue meets blue.

Neither wavering.

Neither showing signs of backing down.

The silence isn't deafening.

In fact, it's not even silent, many things can be heard.

The drip, drip, drip of water against rock.

The crashing sounds of the waves outside.

***

Thinking quickly, Marron took the bottle back, grabbing it by the neck and holding it in position as if she were going to smash it against a near by rock. The clear liquid swished back and forth in its container.

Trunks stared at her hand…hard. Her knuckles were white, she was unmistakably holding onto it as much as her strength allowed. Even if he were to obtain back his precious drink, he'd have to pry it out of her hands, probably shattering the bottle himself in the end.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and counted to five, and in a low, guttural voice, he spoke.

"Give it back."

Marron shook her head slowly, sadness now showing in her eyes.

"No…" she began carefully, "Tell me, Trunks…tell me what's wrong…"

He growled and he sternly barked out a response stating nothing was wrong…

"Except for the fact that you have something that's mine."

Trunks held out his hand expectantly. She shook her head again, a little quicker this time.

"No." short and simple, "No…you can't keep doing this."

He scowled as he crossed his arms.

"I'm not drunk."

Marron loosened a grip a tad…he was close enough, and she smell the liquor that was still lingering in his breath. She scoffed a bit, too.

"You're certainly getting there, though."

They both retreated back into a staring contest

…'till one glare softened…

"Trunks," Marron pleaded, worry apparent all through her voice, "please…what's wrong?" she paused, as if figuring out what to say.

"You know you can tell me anything…we've known each other since we were little kids…"

Trunks narrowed his eyes and his upper lip curled slightly in a very Vegeta-like manner.

"We haven't known each other since we were little kids."

She cocked her head to the right.

"What? Trunks –…"

"We've 'known' each other when we were little kids. And back then, we still DIDN'T KNOW each other very well!" he sneered, emphasizing *know*. (*rolls eyes* obviously)

"Trunks, listen to me…"

He screamed out in frustration and it slightly echoed in the cave.

"No! You listen…we knew each other WHEN we were little kids. Not SINCE. GET IT STRAIGHT! I WAS EIGHT AND YOU WERE THREE!"

He uncrossed his arms and gestured wildly.

"YOU CAN'T JUST COME BACK INTO MY LIFE TWENTY YEARS LATER AND STILL EXPECT TO KNOW ME! 'CAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING"

The bottle still gripped tightly in her hand…

"BUT I WANT TO!!"

She stomped her foot.

"I WANT TO KNOW YOU! I WANT TO HELP YOU! I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF"

She gestured with her free hand to the glass bottle in her other.

"AND YOU CAN'T JUST SHOW UP IN MY LIFE DRUNK AND NOT EXPECT ME TO HELP YOUR GODDAMN ASS"

The yelling ceased. They both stopped. Marron's shallow breathing filled the silence. She was having a hard time keeping in the tears that were threatening to fall.

Trunks's eyes were locked back onto the bottle. Following his gaze, Marron's grip involuntarily tightening again.

"No." she whispered harshly.

His eyes met hers. A low, rumbling noise rose from the base of his throat.

"I'm not giving it back. Tell me what's wrong."

"Then will you give me my drink?"

Marron looked at the liquor bottle, then to Trunks. And she hesitantly nodded her head.

"Alright."

They stared at each other, neither dared to make a move. Then…

Trunks loosened his shoulders, "Feh…Forget it…you wouldn't understand."

He waved his hand, dismissing further conversation, but she continued.

"Really? Why is that so?"

His jaw clenched for a moment.

"Like you don't know?"

She quirked an eyebrow.

"You…" he started in a low voice.

Her eyes stayed on his.

"You live in your perfect little life, with your perfect little family, and your perfect little rose-colored world."

She growled.

"I beg to differ."

His gaze left her eyes once again, and fell upon the bottle in her hands.

Noticing the direction of his stare, she narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not giving it back until you tell me what's wrong."

He growled.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"I DON'T NEED IT!"

"FINE!"

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!"

"FINE!"

"FIND YOUR OWN WAY BACK!"

And before Marron could register what he had said she replied…

"FINE!"

Her eyes opened wide.

"NO! Wait! TRUNKS!"

But it was too late; he already dove into the water.

"TRUNKS! GODDAMNIT! TRUNKS! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!"

No response…she was alone.

"TRRRRUUUUUNNNNNKKKKSS! GODDAMNIT!"

She chucked the vodka bottle across the little cave and it shattered to little pieces.

Marron watched as the liquid spilled into the water.

"GODDAMNIT!"

She stomped her foot and yelled, "WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW??"

She heard the waves crashing outside.

The drip, drip, drip of the water against the rocks.

The wind howling softly.

She looked around, shivering, she was glad she kept on Trunks's jacket.

It suddenly felt very, very cold.

***

One body.

One mind.

One pair of eyes.

Looking around frantically.

Knees meet chest.

Arms wrapped around legs.

Cold seeping through sweats and a jacket left behind.

One pair of eyes…

…drifting closed.

One mind…

…losing consciousness.

One body…

…cold.

So cold…

…so…so…cold.

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a/n: I'm so so so sorry the story got deleted : ( …for some reason the summary wouldn't change. Hmm…so, I did post a part six before it was deleted, but I'm not going to post part six back up until I finish writing it again. I re-read it, and I didn't like it. It seemed too short and rushed. I'm really really really really really really really sorry!! : (