(A/N: Unfortunately, Italics don't work. Slashes will substitute for them.
Help me.)
"Sotto wo Onna" by: Fukushuu
Chapter One: Discovery
After the Cell "Games", and a few years of freedom to do what I wanted, I decided that I didn't want to do anything./ever/. Bulma and Vegeta now had a son.a great kid who decided to come into their lives and ruin everything for me! I've turned a lot of my anger onto that kid, knowing that it won't affect him. He's cute, though. .I only wish that he could have been /mine/.
Trying to take my own life was the easiest thing I've ever done.much easier than deciding to /do/ it. That took a long time. I went for weeks with nothing to eat, feeling lonely, depressed, and wondering why. And then it hit me (almost literally, as I was so weak from hunger and fell down the stairs).it was time to just finish it all. I almost laughed aloud, in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, realizing that it was all so simple!
I didn't know how to do it, but I'd read enough in the papers, and seen those weird soaps in TV, that I assumed that a knife was all it would take. And it did.
Tien-shin-han found me, soaked in my own, crimson-tinted blood, a knife a couple of feet away. I guess that I blacked out while standing up, and tossed the dumb thing to the side. He didn't know what to do, never exposed to this kind of thing before, but he wrapped my wrists in his soft T-shirt, and waited for someone to come. What did Tien know of ambulances and police, and paramedics?! I bet he's never even used a /phone/ before! But he waited, breathing into me with his mouth over mine, waiting.waiting.
After telling me to live, he explained /how/. "Give yourself something to do," he had said, watching me eat a good, healthy meal for the first time in weeks. "I dunno.take up baseball again. Or become a driver's education teacher!" I smiled at the thought of Goku trying to drive, with me in the passenger's side, begging him to slow down. He smiled too, watching me, believing that I would listen. "Okay?"
I licked some soup away from my upper-lip before answering. "Yeah," I said, no heart or meaning in my voice at all.
He gave me a stern look. "I'm not joking, Yamucha. I don't want to have to come back here and, you know," he blushed. "Give life back to you./that/ way."
I stopped laughing long enough to realize that I /had/ been laughing.here, with someone else for the first time in weeks! My lungs felt energized, ready to breathe again, and my face wrinkled into that happy way.almost like a baby's would. There were almost tears.
"You spilled your soup," commented Tien, passing me a paper napkin. "Man .I hate having to be so delicate with you. .I think you'll pass out again, or something."
"Thanks, Tien," I said, wishing that his tastes in soups didn't involve so much damn /meat/. I struggled to swallow some chunky piece of something, while Tien yawned, making me quickly realize what time it was. "Sorry to keep you up so late."
He shrugged. "When I sensed you, it didn't really occur to me to check the time. I wasn't going to wait until a decent time in the morning." He smiled. "But, you know, you could have picked a better time!"
I smiled back. "Yeah." I looked around the kitchen, back to my bedroom. "I'm going to get some sleep," I claimed, getting up and putting the half- full bowl in the sink for tomorrow. He shot me a look that clearly stated: /You'd better not try anything/. I looked back, wanting to hug him suddenly. "Don't worry. I'm so exhausted, I don't think I'll be able to move in the morning."
"Just to make sure, I'll stay." He tossed himself elegantly onto my plain, beige couch.
"What about Chiaotzu?"
"No one's likely to find him, buried in the mountains the way he is. He'll be fine."
I nodded, and lay down gently onto my bed, soaking in the fresh smells of.Tien. Tien had been sitting on my bed, waiting for me to regain consciousness. I rolled onto my stomach, breathing in his crisp, snowy scent, running my hand over the covers. 'So, this is what a guardian angel smells like,' I thought, closing my eyes, crossing into the world of sleep and awareness,
And my last conscious thought? /I have found mine.. /
Help me.)
"Sotto wo Onna" by: Fukushuu
Chapter One: Discovery
After the Cell "Games", and a few years of freedom to do what I wanted, I decided that I didn't want to do anything./ever/. Bulma and Vegeta now had a son.a great kid who decided to come into their lives and ruin everything for me! I've turned a lot of my anger onto that kid, knowing that it won't affect him. He's cute, though. .I only wish that he could have been /mine/.
Trying to take my own life was the easiest thing I've ever done.much easier than deciding to /do/ it. That took a long time. I went for weeks with nothing to eat, feeling lonely, depressed, and wondering why. And then it hit me (almost literally, as I was so weak from hunger and fell down the stairs).it was time to just finish it all. I almost laughed aloud, in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, realizing that it was all so simple!
I didn't know how to do it, but I'd read enough in the papers, and seen those weird soaps in TV, that I assumed that a knife was all it would take. And it did.
Tien-shin-han found me, soaked in my own, crimson-tinted blood, a knife a couple of feet away. I guess that I blacked out while standing up, and tossed the dumb thing to the side. He didn't know what to do, never exposed to this kind of thing before, but he wrapped my wrists in his soft T-shirt, and waited for someone to come. What did Tien know of ambulances and police, and paramedics?! I bet he's never even used a /phone/ before! But he waited, breathing into me with his mouth over mine, waiting.waiting.
After telling me to live, he explained /how/. "Give yourself something to do," he had said, watching me eat a good, healthy meal for the first time in weeks. "I dunno.take up baseball again. Or become a driver's education teacher!" I smiled at the thought of Goku trying to drive, with me in the passenger's side, begging him to slow down. He smiled too, watching me, believing that I would listen. "Okay?"
I licked some soup away from my upper-lip before answering. "Yeah," I said, no heart or meaning in my voice at all.
He gave me a stern look. "I'm not joking, Yamucha. I don't want to have to come back here and, you know," he blushed. "Give life back to you./that/ way."
I stopped laughing long enough to realize that I /had/ been laughing.here, with someone else for the first time in weeks! My lungs felt energized, ready to breathe again, and my face wrinkled into that happy way.almost like a baby's would. There were almost tears.
"You spilled your soup," commented Tien, passing me a paper napkin. "Man .I hate having to be so delicate with you. .I think you'll pass out again, or something."
"Thanks, Tien," I said, wishing that his tastes in soups didn't involve so much damn /meat/. I struggled to swallow some chunky piece of something, while Tien yawned, making me quickly realize what time it was. "Sorry to keep you up so late."
He shrugged. "When I sensed you, it didn't really occur to me to check the time. I wasn't going to wait until a decent time in the morning." He smiled. "But, you know, you could have picked a better time!"
I smiled back. "Yeah." I looked around the kitchen, back to my bedroom. "I'm going to get some sleep," I claimed, getting up and putting the half- full bowl in the sink for tomorrow. He shot me a look that clearly stated: /You'd better not try anything/. I looked back, wanting to hug him suddenly. "Don't worry. I'm so exhausted, I don't think I'll be able to move in the morning."
"Just to make sure, I'll stay." He tossed himself elegantly onto my plain, beige couch.
"What about Chiaotzu?"
"No one's likely to find him, buried in the mountains the way he is. He'll be fine."
I nodded, and lay down gently onto my bed, soaking in the fresh smells of.Tien. Tien had been sitting on my bed, waiting for me to regain consciousness. I rolled onto my stomach, breathing in his crisp, snowy scent, running my hand over the covers. 'So, this is what a guardian angel smells like,' I thought, closing my eyes, crossing into the world of sleep and awareness,
And my last conscious thought? /I have found mine.. /