There was a little knock on the door, followed by a muffled giggle from the
person outside. Artemis slowly walked over to the door, rubbing the sleep
out of her eye, hair in a knotted mess, clad in her pjs. "Hello?" she asked
as she opened the door, to see a young woman and a man. They looked up
quickly and the woman laughed.
"Is Michiru here? Or are we at the wrong place?" The woman with blue eyes, and sloppily braided pink hair asked.
"No," Artemis said as she adjusted her clothing so it covered more of her long pale legs. "This is the right place, Michiru and Juunangou went out to get some food, they should be back within the next 30 minutes, come on it. Your Goten's friends, right?" They both nodded and she opened the door to let them in. "He's in the dining room working on something. It's over there." She pointed down the left hall then walked off to her bedroom to change.
That man with the girl, Artemis defiantly knew him, oh yes, Toru, her boyfriend, was with another woman. But the odd thing was, he didn't flinch, or try to hide the fact that he was with another girl in her own house! 'Wonderful,' she thought as she grabbed a new pair of pants from the dresser and a black top. 'I thought everything was fine, life was good, and I was going to get married. Well forget ever trying. Love sucks, and there's nothing that's ever going to change it!' She took off the overly large shirt and went to take a long, cold shower. Wondering if it was possible to drown herself in it, even though the water drains right away.
*~*~*~*~
Goten was sitting in the dining room as the girl promised, he was working on some sort of drawing. Usagi leaned over his shoulder, her long black duster jacket making little noise on the floor. She studied the drawing.
It was very detailed, and very well drawn. In the very middle was his mother, just as he must have seen her last. Bloody, stained and pale. But as Usagi looked over the table, she noticed there were more drawings. There was some of her, smiling, crying, and sleeping. It was amazing. She smiled at one of Pan, Gohan's daughter, eating ice cream. Pan was a sweet girl, still the wee age of 5. "Goten," Usagi whispered. Goten didn't stop drawing, he was pressing his pencil down harder then he should have, and it snapped. "Goten," Usagi said again as she moved into the seat next to him. "I'm here now." He moved his head away, and sighed.
"That's good Usa, I'm glad you're better." His words were muttered and nasally. Usagi smiled, knowing he was trying to hide that he had been crying.
"It's too soon Goten, don't worry. It's just too soon for you." She could hear Trunks moving out of the room, back into the hall, and slowly shutting the door. No, he didn't like sad things, or death. "Look at me." She said as she began to rub his back. "Please look at me, Goten, I miss you." She stopped rubbing his back, but kept her hand there and leaned against him, her head over her hands.
He was shaking, or shivering. Was she being forward? No, she didn't think so. He was crying, that was why. "I'm here, let me help." She could tell he was calming down just a bit. "You can cry, you can talk, or I can just sit there quietly with you. I want to help. I need to help. Goten." She stopped. "You don't need to be brave, for once, I'll lift that burden from you and be brave for you." She paused, waiting for him to do something.
Then, he turned around a bit, and said, "I'm sorry Usa." He sniffled. "I'll be alright."
"Why don't you lay down and rest?" She suggested. His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he let out, and the tears he wouldn't let out. His face was pale; he probably hadn't eaten anything all day. She helped him up, and wrapped her hand around his waist. "This will all be over with soon. I have a feeling."
"That's comforting." He managed as he sat onto the couch, pulling Usagi down with him.
"You want me here right now?" She asked, somewhat nervously. She wanted to stay with him, he was her friend, and she wanted to comfort him. But she wasn't sure he wanted company.
He nodded, and she cuddled up next to him. This made everything better for her. Deep down, she was scared. She knew deep, deep down something bad was going to happen. And she wanted nothing to do with it. Though that, she knew, was impossible. But for this moment, everything was good and better. She forgot about Trunks, and her mother in the black and white photo, and the stupid book, and Ami, and Michiru, and the woman who answered the door, and ChiChi. And the only thing going through her mind was Goten.
And she realized he was special. And she liked him a lot. No, she didn't just realize this. She knew it all along. She just hadn't realized how deeply it was her affection for him went. Maybe she just didn't want to think of him in that way. The two had grown up together, and had plenty of innocent campouts when they were younger. In high school everyone always thought there was more to the couple then they cared to admit. Whatever this moment was great. And she wanted it to be like this forever. She wasn't sure, but maybe he did too. She smiled slightly at the thought, as his breathing eased.
*~*~*~*
Trunks didn't like romance; he didn't like sad, depressing things. He didn't like happy things either. Normal, plain, boring things were what he preferred. Simple, there were no hidden emotions in it.
He preferred to be a loner, and that was why he left. Depressing and sad in a romantic kind of way. He had always noticed the way Goten looked at Usagi, but she never seemed to return the look. So he figured there had never been, and probably never will be, anything special to going on between them. But now, Usagi wasn't acting as a friend, she was acting as a spouse. It was if, Trunks suddenly realized they were met to be, if there is a 'met-to-be person' for anyone.
He sighed as he sat down in a wooden chair in the dark, lonely hall. He could hear the woman who let them into the house was showering, and he could hear Goten and Usagi whispers. There was much going on. And that girl, she was a bit familiar. He must know her from somewhere. That glare of pure hate she gave him. Yes, she knew him. He sighed. There was too much going on. Where was Michiru? He didn't like the situation at the moment. Things weren't going well for anyone really.
How he knew this, he didn't know. But it was a fact he knew, and he was right.
But maybe it was all just in his head, it was a crazy thing to think like that alone. Horrible, horrible thing, that leads to many deaths. Suicide, he meant.
*~*~*~*~
Things weren't going well for anyone, really. Usagi and Goten were oblivious to the fact that someone might be trying to find them, to show them the same fate as ChiChi Son, and Hotaru Tomoe, and everyone else who was killed. But these were the last two, no; of course they didn't know. But there were the last two, and just as the woman, Ami, had promised, she was going to find them, and soon.
*~*~*~*~
Michiru and Juunangou walked towards the house, food in bags. "Then after that, she said he was going to drop off the roof."
Michiru's voice quivered slightly as she said, "You think she's right?"
Juunangou nodded, "She's got that remaining power in her still, and she's taking it all out." He handed a bag to Michiru as he unlocked the door. "We can't warn them or anything. It's something they need to do on their own. Lady Selenity would want it that way."
Michiru smiled slightly. "Alright, let's get inside and eat. Put on a happy face, Juu." She said as she brushed past him and into the cramped house (which seemed much like an apartment).
*~*~*~*~*
The soothing hoot of an owl bounces off the fences and walls of the dark street, where street lamps are dimly lit, as it flies over the house with a rat in it's mouth. Down the street a black car slowly moves towards the center of the street. It stops once it reaches the destined place. The engine is still humming silently, even though the car has been turned off. A pretty, young woman, with pretty, shining eyes steps out of the car. She's wearing a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a heavy jacket. The cold snow getting into her shoes doesn't seem to bother her, as she carefully makes her way to the house on the other side of the street. She knocks slowly on the door, *knock, knock, knock* .
Muffled voices sound cheerfully behind the door as she waits. Then after just a few minutes, there is a jingling on the doorknob.
*~*~*~*~
"Artemis, can you go get the door, it's probably Krillin." Michiru said as she and Juunangou began to sort out the food.
"Sure," said the girl with wet hair, wearing all black. She made her way towards the door and turned the handle.
*~*~*~*~
Good spot to end. *Yawn* Washu-Chan's tired. She needs sleep. Night, night. *Yawns again* oh, and how many people think Fiona is a good name for Clu's soon to be girlfriend? (If you have ever seen the old Disney show "So Weird" you know what I'm talking about.) Happy reviewing! ^^
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"Is Michiru here? Or are we at the wrong place?" The woman with blue eyes, and sloppily braided pink hair asked.
"No," Artemis said as she adjusted her clothing so it covered more of her long pale legs. "This is the right place, Michiru and Juunangou went out to get some food, they should be back within the next 30 minutes, come on it. Your Goten's friends, right?" They both nodded and she opened the door to let them in. "He's in the dining room working on something. It's over there." She pointed down the left hall then walked off to her bedroom to change.
That man with the girl, Artemis defiantly knew him, oh yes, Toru, her boyfriend, was with another woman. But the odd thing was, he didn't flinch, or try to hide the fact that he was with another girl in her own house! 'Wonderful,' she thought as she grabbed a new pair of pants from the dresser and a black top. 'I thought everything was fine, life was good, and I was going to get married. Well forget ever trying. Love sucks, and there's nothing that's ever going to change it!' She took off the overly large shirt and went to take a long, cold shower. Wondering if it was possible to drown herself in it, even though the water drains right away.
*~*~*~*~
Goten was sitting in the dining room as the girl promised, he was working on some sort of drawing. Usagi leaned over his shoulder, her long black duster jacket making little noise on the floor. She studied the drawing.
It was very detailed, and very well drawn. In the very middle was his mother, just as he must have seen her last. Bloody, stained and pale. But as Usagi looked over the table, she noticed there were more drawings. There was some of her, smiling, crying, and sleeping. It was amazing. She smiled at one of Pan, Gohan's daughter, eating ice cream. Pan was a sweet girl, still the wee age of 5. "Goten," Usagi whispered. Goten didn't stop drawing, he was pressing his pencil down harder then he should have, and it snapped. "Goten," Usagi said again as she moved into the seat next to him. "I'm here now." He moved his head away, and sighed.
"That's good Usa, I'm glad you're better." His words were muttered and nasally. Usagi smiled, knowing he was trying to hide that he had been crying.
"It's too soon Goten, don't worry. It's just too soon for you." She could hear Trunks moving out of the room, back into the hall, and slowly shutting the door. No, he didn't like sad things, or death. "Look at me." She said as she began to rub his back. "Please look at me, Goten, I miss you." She stopped rubbing his back, but kept her hand there and leaned against him, her head over her hands.
He was shaking, or shivering. Was she being forward? No, she didn't think so. He was crying, that was why. "I'm here, let me help." She could tell he was calming down just a bit. "You can cry, you can talk, or I can just sit there quietly with you. I want to help. I need to help. Goten." She stopped. "You don't need to be brave, for once, I'll lift that burden from you and be brave for you." She paused, waiting for him to do something.
Then, he turned around a bit, and said, "I'm sorry Usa." He sniffled. "I'll be alright."
"Why don't you lay down and rest?" She suggested. His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he let out, and the tears he wouldn't let out. His face was pale; he probably hadn't eaten anything all day. She helped him up, and wrapped her hand around his waist. "This will all be over with soon. I have a feeling."
"That's comforting." He managed as he sat onto the couch, pulling Usagi down with him.
"You want me here right now?" She asked, somewhat nervously. She wanted to stay with him, he was her friend, and she wanted to comfort him. But she wasn't sure he wanted company.
He nodded, and she cuddled up next to him. This made everything better for her. Deep down, she was scared. She knew deep, deep down something bad was going to happen. And she wanted nothing to do with it. Though that, she knew, was impossible. But for this moment, everything was good and better. She forgot about Trunks, and her mother in the black and white photo, and the stupid book, and Ami, and Michiru, and the woman who answered the door, and ChiChi. And the only thing going through her mind was Goten.
And she realized he was special. And she liked him a lot. No, she didn't just realize this. She knew it all along. She just hadn't realized how deeply it was her affection for him went. Maybe she just didn't want to think of him in that way. The two had grown up together, and had plenty of innocent campouts when they were younger. In high school everyone always thought there was more to the couple then they cared to admit. Whatever this moment was great. And she wanted it to be like this forever. She wasn't sure, but maybe he did too. She smiled slightly at the thought, as his breathing eased.
*~*~*~*
Trunks didn't like romance; he didn't like sad, depressing things. He didn't like happy things either. Normal, plain, boring things were what he preferred. Simple, there were no hidden emotions in it.
He preferred to be a loner, and that was why he left. Depressing and sad in a romantic kind of way. He had always noticed the way Goten looked at Usagi, but she never seemed to return the look. So he figured there had never been, and probably never will be, anything special to going on between them. But now, Usagi wasn't acting as a friend, she was acting as a spouse. It was if, Trunks suddenly realized they were met to be, if there is a 'met-to-be person' for anyone.
He sighed as he sat down in a wooden chair in the dark, lonely hall. He could hear the woman who let them into the house was showering, and he could hear Goten and Usagi whispers. There was much going on. And that girl, she was a bit familiar. He must know her from somewhere. That glare of pure hate she gave him. Yes, she knew him. He sighed. There was too much going on. Where was Michiru? He didn't like the situation at the moment. Things weren't going well for anyone really.
How he knew this, he didn't know. But it was a fact he knew, and he was right.
But maybe it was all just in his head, it was a crazy thing to think like that alone. Horrible, horrible thing, that leads to many deaths. Suicide, he meant.
*~*~*~*~
Things weren't going well for anyone, really. Usagi and Goten were oblivious to the fact that someone might be trying to find them, to show them the same fate as ChiChi Son, and Hotaru Tomoe, and everyone else who was killed. But these were the last two, no; of course they didn't know. But there were the last two, and just as the woman, Ami, had promised, she was going to find them, and soon.
*~*~*~*~
Michiru and Juunangou walked towards the house, food in bags. "Then after that, she said he was going to drop off the roof."
Michiru's voice quivered slightly as she said, "You think she's right?"
Juunangou nodded, "She's got that remaining power in her still, and she's taking it all out." He handed a bag to Michiru as he unlocked the door. "We can't warn them or anything. It's something they need to do on their own. Lady Selenity would want it that way."
Michiru smiled slightly. "Alright, let's get inside and eat. Put on a happy face, Juu." She said as she brushed past him and into the cramped house (which seemed much like an apartment).
*~*~*~*~*
The soothing hoot of an owl bounces off the fences and walls of the dark street, where street lamps are dimly lit, as it flies over the house with a rat in it's mouth. Down the street a black car slowly moves towards the center of the street. It stops once it reaches the destined place. The engine is still humming silently, even though the car has been turned off. A pretty, young woman, with pretty, shining eyes steps out of the car. She's wearing a simple outfit consisting of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a heavy jacket. The cold snow getting into her shoes doesn't seem to bother her, as she carefully makes her way to the house on the other side of the street. She knocks slowly on the door, *knock, knock, knock* .
Muffled voices sound cheerfully behind the door as she waits. Then after just a few minutes, there is a jingling on the doorknob.
*~*~*~*~
"Artemis, can you go get the door, it's probably Krillin." Michiru said as she and Juunangou began to sort out the food.
"Sure," said the girl with wet hair, wearing all black. She made her way towards the door and turned the handle.
*~*~*~*~
Good spot to end. *Yawn* Washu-Chan's tired. She needs sleep. Night, night. *Yawns again* oh, and how many people think Fiona is a good name for Clu's soon to be girlfriend? (If you have ever seen the old Disney show "So Weird" you know what I'm talking about.) Happy reviewing! ^^
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