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A/N: Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed last update; I don't think I have to whap any of you with a dead trout either. Just remember, don't just say "something" along the lines of "write more" or "that was good". On with the chapters!
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Petrified Tears
chapter 91
"I have to admit," he whispered, closing the door quietly behind the boy, the door squeaking quietly, welcoming them home, "That I always thought this would end differently."
The boy blinked, shifting the girl in his arms and looking up at the half-saiyan before him, black eyes sitting almost solemnly in a placid and accepting face.
"What do you mean?"
The other half-saiyan turned and started up the stairs, motioning for the other to follow. They were quiet as they ascended; there was a pause and solemn black eyes turned down the hall to look at the women who stood there; one older with black eyes, arms wrapped comfortingly around one younger but middle aged, both terrified. Or rather, not so much terrified, as aware of the possibilities.
For a moment the man with black eyes reflected on how fragile even the strongest women are; a glance back at the girl sleeping innocently and naïve in the boy's arms was all the confirmation he needed on the thought. Men were strong, they were the foundation of safety. But it was the women who were the skeleton of everything; the reasoning behind the safety; the knowledge of the consequences that could result…too many possible outcomes, too many terrible things that could happen.
He stepped to the side and waited for the boy behind him to reach his side, promising himself that he'd never give either of those women, nor the little girl fast asleep in the arms of the boy, or any other woman he'd ever find or meet, reason to worry like that unless he absolutely had to.
"Go—"
He squeezed the boy's upper arm, shaking his head. The boy started at the gentle sign of friendship, shocked by it. In return, the other man lead him down the hall and opened the door to the girl's room, still slightly whirlwinded from her rush to get ready a few hours earlier.
Outside on the roof, they could see the silhouette of the other man's brother.
"Don't worry."
He set the fallen angel onto the bed, laying her gently onto her back, disengaging needing fingers from his shirt collar, tucking his jacket tighter around her shoulders. He looked back at the other man.
"I don't understand what you meant…different how?"
Their voices were quiet as the other man met his eyes, black eyes probing gently into blue, blue eyes straining to find something in black. The silence lasted for a few minutes, solemn and quiet, no strain. No tension. Only regret. Only sadness.
"I always thought it'd be me out there, not him."
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A/N: Ok, so they're short. They're still updates. And it's been less than a month! Seriously!
~Panabelle ;P
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