Author's note: Sorry for taking so long...but I think it's worth it!! I
really had my head on straight when I wrote this, and I think that it
turned out ok...no actually...I really really like this chapter. But I
guess what you think is what you think haha! Whether you like it, or you
don't, feel free to review and tell me so...hehe...but yea. There's a
little bit of action in this one...haha ya right. Well I'll let you find
out for yourself. Oh I hope that you aren't one of those people who hate
mushy mushy stuff...hehe...but yes. I must stop now and let you read. I'll
try to get in the mood for writing another chapter soon! Tchau!!
Disclaimer: No I don't own DBZ, and yes I DO worship Akira Toriyama, and PLEASE stop staring at me.....*blinks*
The bleak darkness of a summer night was what met Trunks when he stirred from his restless slumber. Inky blackness surrounded his body as he tossed and turned, slowly waking up. The subject of his dreams were apparent as he wiped his arm across his furrowed brow, catching up the beads of sweat which had situated themselves there. The cool air met his hot skin in a rush as a soft breeze trickled by. Shivering, he sat up shakily and looked around him. He couldn't make out much except the forms of his mother and Kid lying on the ground near him and the hearth of the fire. Tendrils of smoke still wafted from the dying embers, so it must have died recently. Drawing in a deep breath, he frowned. What Kid had said earlier had really bothered him. He had wanted to know more, but she had refused to tell. 'Let's get some rest.' she had said. 'Tomorrow's a new day, with new challenges.'
He scowled and laid back down, deciding that it would not do to dwell on his thoughts. Maybe he could find that place....the one small moment before sleep where his mind was devoid of all thought. Where he could rest in actual peace. And he didn't worry about the situation they were in, or wonder what they were running from, or have to cower from those damn androids. He breathed a deep sigh as he lie on his back, his eyes staring blankly up into the dimly lit night sky. He closed his eyes shutting out all light and rolled onto his side. Then his stomach met the ground as he turned once more. On his other side now, he groaned. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get comfortable. Not even closed to being comfortable enough to sleep...
He sat up, slightly angered and more than a little tired, and shook his head. Sighing deeply, he felt the beginning symptoms of a headache spawning in his upper skull. And he didn't have his pills with him. "Shimatta." he cursed to himself. No matter how hard he tried to forget about the androids, they were still there. And no matter how hard he tried to forget his unanswered questions about Kid, they still remained, bothering him.
Another crisp breath of wind blew his way and ruffled his periwinkle hair as he shivered. He rubbed his arms, which were bare to the bitter nip of the chilly air, and looked around him. Sighing, his shoulders slumped. If there was any hope of him catching any more sleep that night, that cool breeze just stole it away.
Wide awake eyes sought out warmth and he noticed the hearth. The embers were finally dead, and the grey smoke was gone. Trunks crawled out of the moderately thin sleeping bag that Kid had handed him before they retired, and stood up. His legs shook as he began to walk through the chilly air to the fire, his mind set on rekindling it.
And that is just what he did. Soon a fire blazed in front of him and he sat cross legged on the ground, holding his hands out to capture its comforting warmth. His head pounded fiercely now and he gave up. He let his thoughts take him away as he stared, almost hypnotized, into the fire.
It was now that he faced the same nagging question that had been plaguing him for so long. Why did the androids still haunt him? What purpose could they possibly serve in his present frame of mind? He killed them didn't he? Then why were they still there? Why couldn't he forget... Trunks shifted his weight slightly, so he was closer to the fire. This was all so confusing. Usually, the androids were all he could think about. And yet there was something...
Maybe it was the red hair, or the mysterious and shy deep amber eyes, or maybe it was just her, but...something about Kid intrigued him. He had so many questions about the girl. Why was she here? Was it because she really DID care about Trunks, or was she just here to spite her father? Trunks' eyes glazed over as they stared unblinking into the bright flames dancing in front of him. He had to admit. She was beautiful. He had never been attracted to anyone like he was to her...and yet...
It was her eyes that got to him. He had always thought of eyes as something special. Windows into another's soul. You can read a person so well from what you see in their eyes...but Kid's eyes were different. You could tell her emotions, but only to a point. Then, you just see nothing. Like she put up a block to hide them. Trunks had never been so perplexed as the moment he first looked into her eyes and saw fright and urgency, and then nothing else. Why she kept herself so hidden was a mystery to him, and one he intended to solve.
Trunks was so tangled in his web of thoughts, that he didn't sense the other being until she was settling herself by the fire beside him.
"Hi." Kid said, rubbing her eyes sleepily and trying her best not to yawn.
Trunks looked at her and smiled slightly, then turned back to the fire. He stared deep into it and tried desperately to not think of the beautiful girl sitting beside him. His pounding head throbbed and he tried not to think of that either.
He didn't notice that Kid's gaze was on him until she spoke. "What are you thinking about?"
Trunks looked at her and sighed. His eyes cast back down to the ground and he picked up a leaf he discovered there. "...The androids..." he mumbled. You he wanted to add, but just couldn't get up the nerve to tell her that it was her he was thinking about so intensely.
Kid nodded and continued to look at him, careless if he returned the gaze or not. "They still haunt you don't they?"
The question hung in the air like a thick fog. A feeble nod was all that she received from him in response. She sighed, and turned her face to the fire.
~*~*~*~
The silence was almost unbearable as they were both lost in their thoughts. Trunks, wondering about Kid, and Kid wondering how much she should let Trunks know about herself. 'I do trust him...with my life.' she thought. 'It's just...he already knows more than I've ever told anyone. More than anyone SHOULD know.'
Her face was filled with complete shock as she felt his hand close over hers. She looked into his face, trying to hide her astonishment as she half turned her body so she was facing him. She saw that he had already done the same.
"Kid...please answer my questions...please...I have so many I'm just dying to ask you." Gazing into Trunks' deep blue eyes, she almost felt like she would crumble...but she couldn't. She couldn't tell him. But oh how badly she wanted to. To get it off her chest. To let it go like a breath held in too long.
"I...I can't. I'm sorry." She started to turn away, but Trunks nudged her attention back to him.
"Please Kid. I have to know. It's eating me alive." Kid cast her eyes down to her hands, not allowing herself to look at him. "How do you know about me? How do you know about my abilities? What's going on? Why is your father sending spies after me?" Trunks' eyes bored into her questioningly. "And why..." It was the softness in his voice as he said this that made her look up into his face again. "Why when I look into your eyes...do I not see what you're feeling? Why is it just a vacant space?"
Kid's mind was whirling. She wanted to tell him...wanted to spill out all her thoughts and feelings, and everything that happened in the past but...
"I just can't. I'm sorry." She said, standing up and glancing down at him. With that she left him sitting there, watching her back move away from the firelight and fade away into the dark night.
The cool night air made her shiver involuntarily as Kid searched for the spring that she usually drank from whenever she came here to escape. Her fingers poked among the grass so sure it was close...she sighed as her fingers felt cool water running over them as she found what she was seeking. Bending close to the ground, she drank the icy clean water in great gulps. Once her thirst was ebbed, she cupped her shaking hands into a 'u' shape and let them fill with water. Then, letting out a deep breath, she closed her eyes and splashed the freezing water onto her face. She gasped at the feeling of the ice cold water against her skin. It was so frigid it almost burned. Shivering even more so now, she lifted up a part of her cloak and wiped her face with it. Well...at least she had succeeded in calming herself.
Sitting down hard on the soft earth, Kid groaned. 'Why does it have to be like this? Why must I hide myself from others? I wish...I just wish...' A tear disgraced her cheek then, followed by a second, and a third. Soon her eyes were brimming with tears that were spilling forth quickly. A sob escaped her as she buried her face into a fold of cloth on her beloved black garment. 'This just isn't fair. It just...isn't...fair.'
Her thoughts were interrupted by some rustling in the bushes. She gulped back her overflowing feelings and watched as a figure walked towards her. She knew in an instant who it was. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve and sniffing once, she hoped she could fool him into believing that she hadn't been crying. She was thankful for the darkness then. At least that could help conceal the redness of her eyes and the puffiness of her cheeks.
There she was. He couldn't see her, but he could sense her presence as one would sense someone's ki. He didn't need his sight to know she was there. Trunks walked forward through the foliage towards where he knew she'd be. Guilt played in his mind, and he sighed as he sat down next to her.
She didn't say anything, so he started. "Kid...I'm sorry for what I did. It wasn't my right to ask you all of those questions, even if they were bothering me. It was foolish of me and I'm sorry."
Kid's small voice responded beside him. "...I accept your appology..."
Trunks took a deep breath and let it out again. "Let's just get through this together ok? No more questions. Ok?"
Kid smiled faintly through the darkness as she turned to him, her eyes meeting only blackness, but knowing he was there. "Alright." She said, feeling better already.
A hand searched in the darkness and settled on Kid's shoulder. It rubbed it gently. It comforted Kid greatly just to have him there beside her. Her love for him was even greater then, it almost hurt how much she cared.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers kissing her with a passion she never knew. He pressed hard against her mouth desperately and his tongue danced wildly with her own. Kid melted into him then and brought her hand up to his cheek. The surge of emotion that was filling her was almost too great as she kissed back with the same ferocity.
When Trunks finally released her, both were panting heavily. It was then that Trunks realised what he had done, and became officially embarrassed. He too was thankful for the cover of night now...because if she saw his face...
"Uh...um...heh...wow..." Kid stuttered, not wanting the stirring feeling in her stomach to leave.
Trunks didn't know what to say. His embarrassment had rendered him almost speechless.
'Uh oh...' Kid thought, 'It's getting awkward. What do I do?'
With that thought, she decided to ease Trunks' mind a little. Leaning into him, moving closer so that her body was within inches of his, she placed her hand on Trunks' cheek and kissed him back. It was a shorter, less passionate, less spontaneous kiss, but a kiss all the same. The redness drained from Trunks' face as she finished kissing him and leaned her forehead against his.
Trunks sighed and smiled into the darkness. He finally found his voice and, though it cracked a bit, he managed to say, "Let's go back to the fire shall we?"
Kid smirked at him, and couldn't hide the joy in her voice as she agreed and they headed back through the trees.
As they walked, new thoughts tumbled into Trunks' mind. Did Kid feel the way he did? Oh...if only she did... He smiled happily and walked beside Kid towards the fire with a sort of bounce in his step.
Suddenly Trunks stopped short. His eyes widened incredibly and his breath caught in his throat. Madly, he spun around, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Something wasn't right.
"What's wrong Trunks?" Kid asked curiously as she watched her friend's hardly illuminated figure look around in a scared manner.
Still hardly daring to breathe, Trunks voiced his thoughts. "Something's here. Something incredibly powerfu-." He stopped short. Looming over his mother's sleeping form, was a shadow.
Disclaimer: No I don't own DBZ, and yes I DO worship Akira Toriyama, and PLEASE stop staring at me.....*blinks*
The bleak darkness of a summer night was what met Trunks when he stirred from his restless slumber. Inky blackness surrounded his body as he tossed and turned, slowly waking up. The subject of his dreams were apparent as he wiped his arm across his furrowed brow, catching up the beads of sweat which had situated themselves there. The cool air met his hot skin in a rush as a soft breeze trickled by. Shivering, he sat up shakily and looked around him. He couldn't make out much except the forms of his mother and Kid lying on the ground near him and the hearth of the fire. Tendrils of smoke still wafted from the dying embers, so it must have died recently. Drawing in a deep breath, he frowned. What Kid had said earlier had really bothered him. He had wanted to know more, but she had refused to tell. 'Let's get some rest.' she had said. 'Tomorrow's a new day, with new challenges.'
He scowled and laid back down, deciding that it would not do to dwell on his thoughts. Maybe he could find that place....the one small moment before sleep where his mind was devoid of all thought. Where he could rest in actual peace. And he didn't worry about the situation they were in, or wonder what they were running from, or have to cower from those damn androids. He breathed a deep sigh as he lie on his back, his eyes staring blankly up into the dimly lit night sky. He closed his eyes shutting out all light and rolled onto his side. Then his stomach met the ground as he turned once more. On his other side now, he groaned. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get comfortable. Not even closed to being comfortable enough to sleep...
He sat up, slightly angered and more than a little tired, and shook his head. Sighing deeply, he felt the beginning symptoms of a headache spawning in his upper skull. And he didn't have his pills with him. "Shimatta." he cursed to himself. No matter how hard he tried to forget about the androids, they were still there. And no matter how hard he tried to forget his unanswered questions about Kid, they still remained, bothering him.
Another crisp breath of wind blew his way and ruffled his periwinkle hair as he shivered. He rubbed his arms, which were bare to the bitter nip of the chilly air, and looked around him. Sighing, his shoulders slumped. If there was any hope of him catching any more sleep that night, that cool breeze just stole it away.
Wide awake eyes sought out warmth and he noticed the hearth. The embers were finally dead, and the grey smoke was gone. Trunks crawled out of the moderately thin sleeping bag that Kid had handed him before they retired, and stood up. His legs shook as he began to walk through the chilly air to the fire, his mind set on rekindling it.
And that is just what he did. Soon a fire blazed in front of him and he sat cross legged on the ground, holding his hands out to capture its comforting warmth. His head pounded fiercely now and he gave up. He let his thoughts take him away as he stared, almost hypnotized, into the fire.
It was now that he faced the same nagging question that had been plaguing him for so long. Why did the androids still haunt him? What purpose could they possibly serve in his present frame of mind? He killed them didn't he? Then why were they still there? Why couldn't he forget... Trunks shifted his weight slightly, so he was closer to the fire. This was all so confusing. Usually, the androids were all he could think about. And yet there was something...
Maybe it was the red hair, or the mysterious and shy deep amber eyes, or maybe it was just her, but...something about Kid intrigued him. He had so many questions about the girl. Why was she here? Was it because she really DID care about Trunks, or was she just here to spite her father? Trunks' eyes glazed over as they stared unblinking into the bright flames dancing in front of him. He had to admit. She was beautiful. He had never been attracted to anyone like he was to her...and yet...
It was her eyes that got to him. He had always thought of eyes as something special. Windows into another's soul. You can read a person so well from what you see in their eyes...but Kid's eyes were different. You could tell her emotions, but only to a point. Then, you just see nothing. Like she put up a block to hide them. Trunks had never been so perplexed as the moment he first looked into her eyes and saw fright and urgency, and then nothing else. Why she kept herself so hidden was a mystery to him, and one he intended to solve.
Trunks was so tangled in his web of thoughts, that he didn't sense the other being until she was settling herself by the fire beside him.
"Hi." Kid said, rubbing her eyes sleepily and trying her best not to yawn.
Trunks looked at her and smiled slightly, then turned back to the fire. He stared deep into it and tried desperately to not think of the beautiful girl sitting beside him. His pounding head throbbed and he tried not to think of that either.
He didn't notice that Kid's gaze was on him until she spoke. "What are you thinking about?"
Trunks looked at her and sighed. His eyes cast back down to the ground and he picked up a leaf he discovered there. "...The androids..." he mumbled. You he wanted to add, but just couldn't get up the nerve to tell her that it was her he was thinking about so intensely.
Kid nodded and continued to look at him, careless if he returned the gaze or not. "They still haunt you don't they?"
The question hung in the air like a thick fog. A feeble nod was all that she received from him in response. She sighed, and turned her face to the fire.
~*~*~*~
The silence was almost unbearable as they were both lost in their thoughts. Trunks, wondering about Kid, and Kid wondering how much she should let Trunks know about herself. 'I do trust him...with my life.' she thought. 'It's just...he already knows more than I've ever told anyone. More than anyone SHOULD know.'
Her face was filled with complete shock as she felt his hand close over hers. She looked into his face, trying to hide her astonishment as she half turned her body so she was facing him. She saw that he had already done the same.
"Kid...please answer my questions...please...I have so many I'm just dying to ask you." Gazing into Trunks' deep blue eyes, she almost felt like she would crumble...but she couldn't. She couldn't tell him. But oh how badly she wanted to. To get it off her chest. To let it go like a breath held in too long.
"I...I can't. I'm sorry." She started to turn away, but Trunks nudged her attention back to him.
"Please Kid. I have to know. It's eating me alive." Kid cast her eyes down to her hands, not allowing herself to look at him. "How do you know about me? How do you know about my abilities? What's going on? Why is your father sending spies after me?" Trunks' eyes bored into her questioningly. "And why..." It was the softness in his voice as he said this that made her look up into his face again. "Why when I look into your eyes...do I not see what you're feeling? Why is it just a vacant space?"
Kid's mind was whirling. She wanted to tell him...wanted to spill out all her thoughts and feelings, and everything that happened in the past but...
"I just can't. I'm sorry." She said, standing up and glancing down at him. With that she left him sitting there, watching her back move away from the firelight and fade away into the dark night.
The cool night air made her shiver involuntarily as Kid searched for the spring that she usually drank from whenever she came here to escape. Her fingers poked among the grass so sure it was close...she sighed as her fingers felt cool water running over them as she found what she was seeking. Bending close to the ground, she drank the icy clean water in great gulps. Once her thirst was ebbed, she cupped her shaking hands into a 'u' shape and let them fill with water. Then, letting out a deep breath, she closed her eyes and splashed the freezing water onto her face. She gasped at the feeling of the ice cold water against her skin. It was so frigid it almost burned. Shivering even more so now, she lifted up a part of her cloak and wiped her face with it. Well...at least she had succeeded in calming herself.
Sitting down hard on the soft earth, Kid groaned. 'Why does it have to be like this? Why must I hide myself from others? I wish...I just wish...' A tear disgraced her cheek then, followed by a second, and a third. Soon her eyes were brimming with tears that were spilling forth quickly. A sob escaped her as she buried her face into a fold of cloth on her beloved black garment. 'This just isn't fair. It just...isn't...fair.'
Her thoughts were interrupted by some rustling in the bushes. She gulped back her overflowing feelings and watched as a figure walked towards her. She knew in an instant who it was. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve and sniffing once, she hoped she could fool him into believing that she hadn't been crying. She was thankful for the darkness then. At least that could help conceal the redness of her eyes and the puffiness of her cheeks.
There she was. He couldn't see her, but he could sense her presence as one would sense someone's ki. He didn't need his sight to know she was there. Trunks walked forward through the foliage towards where he knew she'd be. Guilt played in his mind, and he sighed as he sat down next to her.
She didn't say anything, so he started. "Kid...I'm sorry for what I did. It wasn't my right to ask you all of those questions, even if they were bothering me. It was foolish of me and I'm sorry."
Kid's small voice responded beside him. "...I accept your appology..."
Trunks took a deep breath and let it out again. "Let's just get through this together ok? No more questions. Ok?"
Kid smiled faintly through the darkness as she turned to him, her eyes meeting only blackness, but knowing he was there. "Alright." She said, feeling better already.
A hand searched in the darkness and settled on Kid's shoulder. It rubbed it gently. It comforted Kid greatly just to have him there beside her. Her love for him was even greater then, it almost hurt how much she cared.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers kissing her with a passion she never knew. He pressed hard against her mouth desperately and his tongue danced wildly with her own. Kid melted into him then and brought her hand up to his cheek. The surge of emotion that was filling her was almost too great as she kissed back with the same ferocity.
When Trunks finally released her, both were panting heavily. It was then that Trunks realised what he had done, and became officially embarrassed. He too was thankful for the cover of night now...because if she saw his face...
"Uh...um...heh...wow..." Kid stuttered, not wanting the stirring feeling in her stomach to leave.
Trunks didn't know what to say. His embarrassment had rendered him almost speechless.
'Uh oh...' Kid thought, 'It's getting awkward. What do I do?'
With that thought, she decided to ease Trunks' mind a little. Leaning into him, moving closer so that her body was within inches of his, she placed her hand on Trunks' cheek and kissed him back. It was a shorter, less passionate, less spontaneous kiss, but a kiss all the same. The redness drained from Trunks' face as she finished kissing him and leaned her forehead against his.
Trunks sighed and smiled into the darkness. He finally found his voice and, though it cracked a bit, he managed to say, "Let's go back to the fire shall we?"
Kid smirked at him, and couldn't hide the joy in her voice as she agreed and they headed back through the trees.
As they walked, new thoughts tumbled into Trunks' mind. Did Kid feel the way he did? Oh...if only she did... He smiled happily and walked beside Kid towards the fire with a sort of bounce in his step.
Suddenly Trunks stopped short. His eyes widened incredibly and his breath caught in his throat. Madly, he spun around, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Something wasn't right.
"What's wrong Trunks?" Kid asked curiously as she watched her friend's hardly illuminated figure look around in a scared manner.
Still hardly daring to breathe, Trunks voiced his thoughts. "Something's here. Something incredibly powerfu-." He stopped short. Looming over his mother's sleeping form, was a shadow.
