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A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! ^_^ Here's another Chapter, sorry it's so short. Please Review when you've read it! Thank you again!
The clouds rumbled in bringing with them the rain and thunder. The night was hot with humidity, slowly cooling off as the rain came pouring down in buckets. A figure moved through the rain, his drenched clothes clung to him as he ran. The thunder rumbled and a man stepped out from the shadows stopping the boy in his tracks.
"Boy!" The man growled as lightning lit up his face for a moment.
Piccolo gasped and backed up, lighting flashed again and thunder crackled in the distant.
"Where have you been?" The man shouted baring his teeth, his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes dark with anger.
Suddenly he lashed out and grabbed Piccolo by the arm and threw him to the ground.
"Where have you been?!" The man yelled again advancing on the boy.
Piccolo lifted himself out of the mud staring at the man in fear.
"No!" He shouted when the man approached him and drew back his foot.
Angry, the man's lips pulled back in a scowl and he kicked Piccolo in the ribs. Piccolo screamed in pain and rolled over a few times before he was kicked again.
"Freak!" The man sneered and kicked the boy again.
All the air rushed from the boys lungs and he gasped in pain. The rain continued to pour down and another bolt of lightning flashed through the sky hitting a nearby tree.
"Get up." The man growled at the downed boy. "Get up before I kill you!" He shouted and kicked him again.
Piccolo yelped in pain and slowly climbed to his feet evening out his breath. A small trickle of blood ran down his chin from his lip.
The man smirked, his dark brown eyes filled with malicious evil.
"Where did you go?" The man asked glaring down at the boy.
Piccolo stared the man in the eyes, "I hate you." He whispered scowling.
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What did you say?" He growled.
Piccolo clenched his fists shut tightly, his nails slicing through his flesh and drawing blood.
He bared his teeth at the man. "I HATE YOU!!" He screamed and lunged at the man.
The man gasped in shock and stumbled backwards a few steps before the boy suddenly attacked him. Blood flowed from an open wound on the man's face, more flowed down his chin from his lip and more was being coughed up. Piccolo didn't relent on the attack; instead he attacked harder, intended on killing the man he had known as his father for so many years.
"Stop… please…" The man choked out over his own blood. "Stop…"
Piccolo shoved the man to the ground and kicked him in the side panting in fury. Blood trickled out of the man's mouth and pooled around him. His breathing came in heavy ragged rasps. Piccolo stared at him, tears flowing down his face lost in the rain that washed them away. His lower lip trembled slightly and he turned away from the scene.
The rain slowly washed away the blood that surrounded the man who breathed in his last ragged breath and then was silent.
Piccolo let out a startled gasp and sprang forward in his bed; panting heavily he slowly climbed out of the bed untangling him self from the sheets and then made his way to the door. Quietly he slipped out the door and down the hallway into the bathroom. Sighing he turned on the water and splashed his face a few times with the cold water.
"I'm okay." He panted and stared at himself in the mirror. "He'll never find me here." The large bruise under his left eye was fading away along with a few of the cuts on his jaw and forehead.
"But I should leave just in case. I don't want to drag Kiseki and them into this." Swallowing, Piccolo left the bathroom and went downstairs.