Seductive Abduction: Let Her Into Your Heart

Notes: Sorry this took me a few weeks to get to it, but I didn't really think about it before now, and I've been kinda busy. Thanks for the reviews! And all twists in the plot will be revealed... eventually...





The phone rang twice before someone picked it up and a rather soothing woman's voice rang in Eighteen's ear. "Hello, Missing Persons. How may I direct your call?"

"Um.." The blonde cyborg twisted the phone cord around her fingertips. "I saw the show this afternoon and I know the whereabouts of the missing kid, Trunks Briefs."

"One moment please."

There was a soft humming noise and muzak filled the ear piece of the phone, playing some butchered form of the song "Hey Jude" by the Beatles. Eighteen was thoroughly disgusted, she loved the original song. This rendition, though... Her thoughts along the line of killing the one who'd mixed it into muzak stopped as someone picked up again.

It was a male's voice this time. "Good afternoon, Miss. How may I help you?" His voice was pleasant, borderline sexy, a silken underlying strength in his voice that made her wonder if he could bench-press a car.

"Yes, I have information about the location of the missing boy, Trunks Briefs." She said, her voice threatening to crack. Her eyes filled with tears and she didn't hold them back. They spilled down her cheeks in hot, salty trails.

There was the sound of a computer mouse clicking several times as the man looked up Trunks' profile from the show. "Yes?" he prompted, fingers poised and ready to take down the address. He sounded like he was as eager to find the youth as Trunks' parents were. Maybe there was some personal connection between the man on the other end and her lover.

Eighteen was silent a moment. Could she really do this? Did her brother matter more to her than the demi-saiyan did? Seventeen had been right. Nothing can break the bond between twins, and nothing should be able to cause a rift between them like Trunks' presence had. "Miss? Are you still there?" the man on the other end asked.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. He's been staying at Apartment 136 in the Kien Building on the corner of 24th and South Street." The words pained her, like a stab to the heart with a rather nasty and blunt object. She said them with a steady voice, assuring that the man would have no idea that the address she had given him was also where she was living. She remembered something to add. "I'd like to remain anonymous and decline the reward."

"Alright, Miss. Thank you, your help's much appreciated. Good day."

"Good day..." She hung up the phone and picked up a kitchen chair. She cracked it over her knee, tears of inner pain flowing fresh from her ice blue eyes, now cold and hard bits of blue stone. She stopped moving for a moment, listening to see if Trunks had heard her shatter the chair. There was no movement from within the bedroom, he hadn't heard. She walked casually to the door, calming herself enough to make her voice steady and her breathing to be quieter.

Eighteen walked to the door and pressed her lips close to it, saying in a velvet and intimate voice, "Close your eyes, Trunks..." The demi-saiyan did as he was asked, closing his blue eyes and waiting for his lover to enter the room.

She walked into the room and shut the door behind her, standing there with the makeshift club in her hands. "Can I look yet?" he asked, quiet laughter in his voice. It slid across her skin like his soft hands did, a gentle caress that hinted at things only to be spoken of in whispering voices and quiet, excited giggles.

"No, not yet.." she said in a voice just as suggestive. "Don't look until I tell you to, okay, honey?"

He nodded and she advanced on him. She knelt on the bed beside him and leaned down, kissing him deeply one last time. He reached up and cupped her face with one of his large, yet so gentle, hands. He felt the tears there and opened his eyes in confusion. She pulled away from his hand and swung the chair leg at his head. He caught it in his hand and looked at her curiously. "What's going on?" he asked.

Eighteen was nearly hysterical, so upset that she almost couldn't speak. "This is for the best, Trunks." She tried again and he caught her hand once more.

"What are you talking about?"

She sobbed. "I called the number... They're coming for you. I have to leave, or they'll lock me up and your dad'll beat me to death with the key..."

"Why would you do that?! Did what your brother said really get to you that badly?!" Eighteen looked away and said nothing. "Doesn't it matter to you that I love you?!" he practically screamed at her.

Eighteen looked at him, her eyes locking onto his. "What did you just say?" she asked, her voice a low hiss.

"I said I love you, Eighteen! I said it, okay?! I love you... I tried not to. I kept telling myself that I couldn't love you, that you were just my captor, that it was just the sex... but now..." he looked up into her eyes, tears in his own. "I know that I can't lie to myself anymore."

Eighteen was silent. After a few moments, she said, "Then that means one of two things, Trunks. I either have to kill you so I won't have to worry about you, or you and I are going to run away together."

Trunks smiled, but the look faded quickly. "What about your brother?"

"I can find him later and talk it over with him. He may be pissed now, but he'll understand when he sees how happy we are together." She lightly bopped him on the head with the chair leg. "And to think.. I was gonna mess up your pretty face with this."

They laughed and Eighteen packed her few belongings into a backpack. She wrote her brother a note, telling him all that happened. She put it inside the fridge, taping it to the back of the juice carton. Seventeen was the only one in the house who ever drank Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice.

She looked at the apartment with a small sigh. They, she and Seventeen, had been living there for almost eight years. It was going to be hard to leave it behind, but it had to be done. She and Trunks left the building, heading out into the city to buy some much needed provisions for their journey. They ended up with a rather large assortment of suitcases and cooling units needed to keep some of their food cold.

Once they had everything they could possibly ever want or need, they ran to the city limits, their speeds much too fast for a normal human to keep up with them. Once they reached the edge of the city, they took to the air, retreating to the quiet of the countryside.

They took their time once they were safely away from the confines of the city, enjoying the scenery and the abundance of life in the solitude of the country. They pitched the tent they had bought and set up camp, knowing that the peaceful forest clearing they were in would be a perfect home, for the time being.

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Meanwhile, back in the androids' apartment...

Seventeen got home, feeling much better after he'd caused some senseless destruction. He thought nothing of the quiet, thinking that Trunks and Eighteen must be asleep. The raven haired android entered the kitchen. He saw the remains of the broken chair, smirking to himself. Maybe the saiya-brat and his sister had had a little lover's quarrel. He silently hoped that she clubbed the hell out of him.

He went to the fridge and reached in for the juice that was in abundant supply, although he was the only one who ever drank it. His sister didn't know what she was missing, but that meant that there was just more for him. He felt something on the back of it and turned the carton around. "What the hell..?"

He tore the paper off and read it, crumpling it in his fist not soon after. "Seventeen. Ran away with Trunks. Talk to you sometime soon. ~Eighteen"

The now-pissed off-again android left the apartment and took to the skies, death on his mind.