Hehe, I just got back from a family reunion. It wasn't as bad as I thought
it would be. ^^ I got a red, glittery octopus with a pink hat painted on my
cheek. ^^; I know, only the little kids got their faces painted. But I
couldn't resist! And my cousin Robert, 9, got a mustache painted on! It was
so funny! Well, onto the story!
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Maid of the Mist: … So is the sword plastic… or not? O.o;
KokushibyouOni: Yes, Koku, Lilac Shampoo. ^^ (I'm seriously looking around for some!) Kuko, I donno about that… bar fic idea. It's kinda weird. But I'm sure you could get it to work if you tried. ^^; Oh, and Koku, you're the only person whose told me they thought he had M.P.S. ^^ Which is right! Hehe, Sorta. You've almost got it. And that "If you have multiple personalities and threaten to kill yourself, would it be a hostage situation? And if you did, would it be Suicide or murder?" I think it would be suicide. Cause even if you have multiple personalities, I think killing the other you, is still kinda killing yourself. I donno, I might be wrong.
Flirtatious Flamingo: So is O.o; a good thing… or a bad thing?
~*~*~*~*~*~
If you were lost in the last one, this one will confuse you a bit more.
Next chapter will clear most of it up.
(hopefully.)
~*~*~*~*~*~
** Have you ever noticed…
That things…
Never turn out the way…
We plan or want?**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi drove home from the funeral with Goten. It was a lonely one. Only three other people besides herself and Goten came. Sadly, those three consisted only of the pastor, the mortician, and one of Hotaru's old friends. During the funeral, the clouds were happy looking. As if they didn't mind that a lovely young woman had been brutally murdered and found the next day. But then again, these days, not many seemed to care. It was only for the media that it was let out. Usagi looked out the window, Goten was driving quickly. They were going to be late to work.
Usagi stared transfixed out the window still. Nothing about work seemed to be in her mind. It was only the death that was surrounding her. Her mother and father, Rei, Minako, the man Yamcha, and now Hotaru. Would the list get longer? She hoped not. Things were really looking down. And Trunks denied to have ever gone to the beach with a girl for the past two years. Things were getting confusing, and stressful. She pulled her ponytail in a nervous manner as they continued to go. "Goten."
Goten looked up, away from the road, towards her. "Eh?" She looked down at her legs, covered in black nylons. He looked back over tot he road. "Something wrong?"
"You'll stay with me?"
He looked at her confused, pulling over to the side of the road. "What do you mean?"
She looked out the window. "I don't want to be alone."
He nodded. "It's understandable."
"How many more… have to die?"
Goten looked away nervously. "I'll ask an angel for you…" She looked up at him and smiled sympathetically.
"Please… don't say that…" Tears were brimming her eyes as she spoke, she quickly turned her head and looked away. "I don't want to be alone, ever."
Goten nodded. "We'll see." He pulled the car back into the deserted road and began driving.
The rest of the ride was silent. Goten didn't dare say what he wanted to. And Usagi refused to cry in front of her friend, so she stopped all further conversations.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He stood alone in a dark alley. Speaking to the shadows like a lunatic. Truth be told, he wasn't 'truly' alone.
He was talking to someone, or rather something.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trunks walked into his bedroom, using his towel to dry his hair, when it caught his eye, again.
Something that he would never read, yet suddenly, there was the greatest interest in it. He picked up the book. A superior feeling surged through his blood. There, in his hands, lay a powerful book. A book someone, whom no one knew, wanted. Needed. Longed for. Searching. It was almost as powerful as a simple girl's Journal. But in his hands, was a powerful book.
And he, was going to read it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
**Some times unexpected things pop up,
A normal man, carelessly tosses them aside, into the trash.
Over all my years, I've noticed that not everything is trash.
Like a wise person once said,
"One man's trash,
Is another man's treasure."
This is not talking about homeless people.
It is talking about the wise, and the foolish.
Let this be a lesson to whom ever it concerns.**
Usagi growled. 'What the hell does that mean?'
She sat in the living room of the Son's house. Goten was in the kitchen preparing her a cup of tea, when the phone rang from the doctors for his mother. He had been in there for 15 minutes, and had not started the tea. So she was looking through a book she always kept with her.
Her mother's Journal.
'She's trying to spook the person out of reading it… That's all. It doesn't mean anything to me. "One man's trash…" what a bunch of bull crap.' Usagi placed the Journal back into her pocket as Gohan walked in.
"Hey, Usagi." She nodded. "Back from work?" She nodded again. "You feeling alright?" He noticed the sick, pale look that had fallen upon her face for some time now.
She looked at him, straight in the eye. "I've got a little cold, Goten's fixing me up some tea. That's all."
He nodded, not quite as sure as himself as he'd like to have been. That look, someone had given him that look before, he knew it well almost. It wasn't normally from her, in fact, he had never seen her eyes so straight forward. It made him uneasy, it seemed almost like something… "Alright, when he comes in, can you tell him I'm going to leave his stuff on his bed?" She nodded. "Alright, bye." She waved as he walked into the bedroom.
Looking around the room, she spotted something out of the ordinary for the Son house.
Two phone numbers lay on the table next to her.
The first number belong to a man named, Juunangou… '17?'
And the second… a man named… Krillin.
After looking at the numbers for a few minutes, and having killed her concise several times, she pulled out a pen and scribbled them down on her upper arm. She pulled the sleeve down geniusly, hidding them, and replaced the pen to where it had been laying.
~*~*~*~*~*~
*~*It made him uneasy, it seemed almost like something… his wife would do. A look of lust…*~*
~*~*~*~*~*~
Something.
Something.
Something.
Something.
Something…
Remember this through all your days.
WALLS HAVE EARS.
~*~*~*~*~*
I think it's just my goal in life at the moment to scare people. Sorry if I scared you in any way. If I caused you any mental, or life threatening trauma, I AM SO SORRY!! So… I know I've lost you. But Flirtatious, I think I've cleared up that whole "Guy" thing. But if it didn't… -raises eyebrow- Just read the last big scene again. I'm sorry it's so short, but -blush- I forgot to update sooner, and hey, something's slip from my mind? Ehhh… no. okay hehe, well anyway…
Ooh, I'm testing out contacts, and I got to wear sunglasses, and tomorrow I'm going to my orientation for science camp, and it'll be fun! And I had a dream that Jason was walking my dog! ^^ A strange update on my boring life. At the moment two cute little kids are playing video games with my stupid cousin. Ja!
AND REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON. IF YOU HONEST TO GOSH DO EMAIL ME!! (washu317@hotmail.com [for dumb-butts who can't tell.]) YOU'LL GET A TREAT! (yay!)Though it REALLY does make sense… but… hehe just review!
(oh, and this story has no lemon, no lime, and hardly any romance.)
*~*~*~*~*~
Maid of the Mist: … So is the sword plastic… or not? O.o;
KokushibyouOni: Yes, Koku, Lilac Shampoo. ^^ (I'm seriously looking around for some!) Kuko, I donno about that… bar fic idea. It's kinda weird. But I'm sure you could get it to work if you tried. ^^; Oh, and Koku, you're the only person whose told me they thought he had M.P.S. ^^ Which is right! Hehe, Sorta. You've almost got it. And that "If you have multiple personalities and threaten to kill yourself, would it be a hostage situation? And if you did, would it be Suicide or murder?" I think it would be suicide. Cause even if you have multiple personalities, I think killing the other you, is still kinda killing yourself. I donno, I might be wrong.
Flirtatious Flamingo: So is O.o; a good thing… or a bad thing?
~*~*~*~*~*~
If you were lost in the last one, this one will confuse you a bit more.
Next chapter will clear most of it up.
(hopefully.)
~*~*~*~*~*~
** Have you ever noticed…
That things…
Never turn out the way…
We plan or want?**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi drove home from the funeral with Goten. It was a lonely one. Only three other people besides herself and Goten came. Sadly, those three consisted only of the pastor, the mortician, and one of Hotaru's old friends. During the funeral, the clouds were happy looking. As if they didn't mind that a lovely young woman had been brutally murdered and found the next day. But then again, these days, not many seemed to care. It was only for the media that it was let out. Usagi looked out the window, Goten was driving quickly. They were going to be late to work.
Usagi stared transfixed out the window still. Nothing about work seemed to be in her mind. It was only the death that was surrounding her. Her mother and father, Rei, Minako, the man Yamcha, and now Hotaru. Would the list get longer? She hoped not. Things were really looking down. And Trunks denied to have ever gone to the beach with a girl for the past two years. Things were getting confusing, and stressful. She pulled her ponytail in a nervous manner as they continued to go. "Goten."
Goten looked up, away from the road, towards her. "Eh?" She looked down at her legs, covered in black nylons. He looked back over tot he road. "Something wrong?"
"You'll stay with me?"
He looked at her confused, pulling over to the side of the road. "What do you mean?"
She looked out the window. "I don't want to be alone."
He nodded. "It's understandable."
"How many more… have to die?"
Goten looked away nervously. "I'll ask an angel for you…" She looked up at him and smiled sympathetically.
"Please… don't say that…" Tears were brimming her eyes as she spoke, she quickly turned her head and looked away. "I don't want to be alone, ever."
Goten nodded. "We'll see." He pulled the car back into the deserted road and began driving.
The rest of the ride was silent. Goten didn't dare say what he wanted to. And Usagi refused to cry in front of her friend, so she stopped all further conversations.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He stood alone in a dark alley. Speaking to the shadows like a lunatic. Truth be told, he wasn't 'truly' alone.
He was talking to someone, or rather something.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trunks walked into his bedroom, using his towel to dry his hair, when it caught his eye, again.
Something that he would never read, yet suddenly, there was the greatest interest in it. He picked up the book. A superior feeling surged through his blood. There, in his hands, lay a powerful book. A book someone, whom no one knew, wanted. Needed. Longed for. Searching. It was almost as powerful as a simple girl's Journal. But in his hands, was a powerful book.
And he, was going to read it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
**Some times unexpected things pop up,
A normal man, carelessly tosses them aside, into the trash.
Over all my years, I've noticed that not everything is trash.
Like a wise person once said,
"One man's trash,
Is another man's treasure."
This is not talking about homeless people.
It is talking about the wise, and the foolish.
Let this be a lesson to whom ever it concerns.**
Usagi growled. 'What the hell does that mean?'
She sat in the living room of the Son's house. Goten was in the kitchen preparing her a cup of tea, when the phone rang from the doctors for his mother. He had been in there for 15 minutes, and had not started the tea. So she was looking through a book she always kept with her.
Her mother's Journal.
'She's trying to spook the person out of reading it… That's all. It doesn't mean anything to me. "One man's trash…" what a bunch of bull crap.' Usagi placed the Journal back into her pocket as Gohan walked in.
"Hey, Usagi." She nodded. "Back from work?" She nodded again. "You feeling alright?" He noticed the sick, pale look that had fallen upon her face for some time now.
She looked at him, straight in the eye. "I've got a little cold, Goten's fixing me up some tea. That's all."
He nodded, not quite as sure as himself as he'd like to have been. That look, someone had given him that look before, he knew it well almost. It wasn't normally from her, in fact, he had never seen her eyes so straight forward. It made him uneasy, it seemed almost like something… "Alright, when he comes in, can you tell him I'm going to leave his stuff on his bed?" She nodded. "Alright, bye." She waved as he walked into the bedroom.
Looking around the room, she spotted something out of the ordinary for the Son house.
Two phone numbers lay on the table next to her.
The first number belong to a man named, Juunangou… '17?'
And the second… a man named… Krillin.
After looking at the numbers for a few minutes, and having killed her concise several times, she pulled out a pen and scribbled them down on her upper arm. She pulled the sleeve down geniusly, hidding them, and replaced the pen to where it had been laying.
~*~*~*~*~*~
*~*It made him uneasy, it seemed almost like something… his wife would do. A look of lust…*~*
~*~*~*~*~*~
Something.
Something.
Something.
Something.
Something…
Remember this through all your days.
WALLS HAVE EARS.
~*~*~*~*~*
I think it's just my goal in life at the moment to scare people. Sorry if I scared you in any way. If I caused you any mental, or life threatening trauma, I AM SO SORRY!! So… I know I've lost you. But Flirtatious, I think I've cleared up that whole "Guy" thing. But if it didn't… -raises eyebrow- Just read the last big scene again. I'm sorry it's so short, but -blush- I forgot to update sooner, and hey, something's slip from my mind? Ehhh… no. okay hehe, well anyway…
Ooh, I'm testing out contacts, and I got to wear sunglasses, and tomorrow I'm going to my orientation for science camp, and it'll be fun! And I had a dream that Jason was walking my dog! ^^ A strange update on my boring life. At the moment two cute little kids are playing video games with my stupid cousin. Ja!
AND REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON. IF YOU HONEST TO GOSH DO EMAIL ME!! (washu317@hotmail.com [for dumb-butts who can't tell.]) YOU'LL GET A TREAT! (yay!)Though it REALLY does make sense… but… hehe just review!
(oh, and this story has no lemon, no lime, and hardly any romance.)