Do you notice a connection here? Emit likes to pull pranks on strangers,
and so does Panic, just what is Emit's secret anyways? Heehee, only I know!
And for those of you that are asking, Panic is not Celeste, neither is Emit, alright?
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"The prince! He's gone!" Panic screamed.
Emit calmly walked into the room and asked, "I'm making tea, would you like some?"
"How can you be calm?! THE PRINCE IS GONE!" Panic yelled, tears forming in her eyes, "He will surely die in his condition! And it's all because of that stupid peasant girl that has my name!"
Emit asked again, "How many spoons of sugar do you take in your tea?"
"How can you be thinking of tea at a time of great despair?!" Panic cried.
Emit poured the tiniest bit of milk in her tea, "You should try milk in it, it makes the tea taste much more smoother."
Panic yelled again, "What is wrong with you? Why must you be so calm about everything?"
Emit eyed her coldly, "Everything happens for a reason, to deny or question those reasons are just complete wastes of time, and time must not be wasted."
"ARGH!" Panic screamed, "Sometimes you make no sense at all!!"
"On the contrary." Emit sipped her tea, "The people who make the most sense are considered the most erratic ones."
Panic moaned, "And now you're going to tell me looking for the prince would be of no use at all, right?"
Emit nodded, "Correct, and you might want this." She pulled Trunks' gold chain from her neck and tossed it to a sobbing Panic, "And don't cry, that wastes time also, and it also stains my carpet."
Panic sniffed, "The prince's chain! But it never leaves his side, er . . . neck!"
Emit smiled, "Funny how things that were meant to be are so greatly appreciated."
Panic moaned and sat down in a chair, "Emit, I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but, you're so weird!"
Emit beamed, "Thank you, my friend, tea?"
Panic sighed, "Why not?"
~*~
Trunks cried, "Pan!" And he rushed forward to help the unconscious girl up, her hair was in a tangled mess, her clothes were torn with drenched blood, and her skin was badly bruised, their were slash-like marks all along her arms and legs, which made Trunks conclude that they were either caused by a whip or a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Pan slowly opened an eye, "Trunks . . . is that you?"
"Of course it's me, I mean, who else has a gorgeous face like mine?" Trunks grinned.
"Yup, it definitely you, I've never met anyone more vain." Pan tried to get up and she moaned when she realized that she couldn't move her right ankle.
Trunks picked her up in his arms, "Here, I'll carry you."
Pan growled, "Don't drop me like that oaf did."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "And the story behind that would be . . ."
Pan explained, "Well, there was this large pig-like guy carrying me in here, and on the way, he slipped on a banana peel and dropped me, which is probably why my ankle is twisted."
Trunks sighed, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that you'd be like this, I mean, all I expected was for you to get raped, but I really didn't expect you to be hurt and-"
Pan whacked him on his head, "YOU JERK! You expected me to be raped?! What kind of a sicko are you?!"
Trunks rubbed his head, "Ouchies, that hurt, why must you constantly hit me on the head?"
Pan suddenly clung on to his neck, "Thanks Trunks, I didn't think you'd show up and rescue me, well . . . you didn't exactly rescue me, but I was getting very bored so at least now I can talk to someone."
Trunks smiled, "Of course, it is always a princes' duty to save damsels in distress."
Pan pulled her head closer to his and he stiffened, not knowing what she was about to do next, and her lips were inches away from his ear when she yelled, "I WASN'T IN DISTRESS, YOU IDIOT!"
Trunks yelped and clutched his ear with one hand, and onto his head with the other one, causing Pan to fall on to the ground and be knocked unconscious.
"Opps . . . sorry, Panny." Trunks muttered, "Well, at least you're quiet now." And he picked her up again and carried her slowly out of the room.
But slave traders do not let slaves get away so easily, as soon as Trunks stepped out of the room, a slave trader saw him, "Hey! Who are you?!"
"Er . . . I'm Pan's second cousin, twice-removed?" Trunks frowned.
"What are you talking about?" The slave trader walked closer to Trunks.
"Wow, you really are an oaf." Trunks gaped at the size of the monster.
"WHAT?!" The giant bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
Trunks chose not to answer that and started walking slowly down the narrow corridor. The oaf yelled again, "ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"
Trunks muttered quietly to himself, "Of course not, who could miss that stomach of yours?"
"WHAT?!"
Okay, maybe Trunks' voice was louder than he thought. He decided to run, but before he could put his brilliant plan into action, two more slave traders appeared in front of him, both just as fat as the first one.
"Oh, look." Trunks murmured, "It's Tweedledee and Tweedledum, super-sized."
One blow sent Trunks crashing into the wall, he mused to himself, "I have got to learn to keep my mouth shut."
He set Pan down gently in the corner and smirked, "I'm saving your life, and you better appreciate it.
He glanced at the three giant people surrounding him and got into fighting stance, "Maybe the palace life isn't that bad, after all, there's only one of my dad, and at least he's my size."
The first giant attack him, Trunks jumped aside and elbowed him on his back, "Ouch! Score one for Trunks!"
The next giant charged at him while the other one grabbed his legs trying to slow him down, Trunks smirked and kneed him, right in the groin. As the giant collapsed on the ground, Trunks smiled victoriously, "Two down, one to go . . . er, make that a very big one."
The last remaining giant kicked him, but due to Trunks' size, he quickly jumped aside, but just then, the first giant stood up and held his arms together with amazing strength, allowing direct damage to be made by the other giant. Trunks struggled to get out of his grasp and he did, at the exact moment the other giant landed a punch, right on his wound. Trunks gasped in pain as his wound re-opened, and the other giant used this opportunity to pin him against the wall, then, he and the other giant teamed up to punch Trunks. As Trunks winced in pain, he muttered to himself, "Our hero is on the verge of life and death, and his female fans are cheering for him to live, but well he? Of course, there is only one way to find out."
Trunks felt a piercing pain in his chest, and kicked one giant down, but the other giant grabbed him by his hair and laughed cruelly, a mistake no one makes twice. Trunks glared at the man, "Mess with the hair? A fatal mistake." He raised his palm to let out a ki beam, with used up the remainders of his strength. The last giant coughed once and fell on to the ground, dead.
Trunks wiped a bit of blood away from his mouth and grinned at Pan, "Hey, don't I get a victory hug?"
When no reply came from the unconscious girl, Trunks picked her up and stumbled out of the cave. It was raining outside and Trunks took a few steps, letting the rain soak his hair, he closed his eyes, and fell on to the ground, blood seeping through his wound.
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Pan opened an eye and wondered why she was so cold, she realized that the sun was rising and raised a hand to wipe her wet hair away from her eyes, when she saw that her hand was covered with blood, she screamed. Her body ached all over, but she did not understand why she had blood on her hand, she saw no wound, yet the blood was there, and when she examined it, it was fresh.
She looked at her surroundings and saw that she was in the forest, and when she looked beside her, she screamed again, Trunks was lying on the ground, a large puddle of blood surrounding him.
She crawled over to where he was and shook his shoulder, "Trunks? Trunks! Wake up!"
He did not move, nor did he wake up.
"C'mon! Wake up! You idiot!" Tears sprang to Pan's eyes when she saw that he wouldn't move.
Did he die? Did he die trying to save her?
No, he couldn't be dead, she would never forgive herself if he died because of her.
"Trunks, wake up." Pan sobbed, "Please! Trunks, you gotta wake up!"
Still, the violet haired boy would not budge.
"Trunks! If you wake up, I'll bake you a cake everyday for the rest of your life!" Tears rolled down Pan's cheeks, a drop landed on Trunks' hand.
Trunks moved his hand lightly, but enough so that Pan felt his movement. She smiled and shook his shoulder.
Trunks opened his eyes slowly, "Did I hear you mention cake?"
Pan laughed softly as she helped Trunks stand up, Trunks chuckled, "You should thank me for saving your life."
Pan's laugh turned into a growl, "Thank you?! Did I ask to be saved?! I could've handled it fine, but look at you! You almost died!"
Trunks laughed, "Why do you care?"
He acts like it was nothing to him, didn't he know he could've been killed? Pan thought, If he died, I would never see those kind eyes of his, or hear that amiable laugh of his again.
Trunks laughed again, running a hand through his wet hair, "I don't think it would have made a difference if I died, I mean, the only reason you put up with me is because you can insult me of my name and hair, I don't see why you'd care if I died."
Pan yelled, "You jerk! What do you know? How could you say those things?! Of course I care, not just because I can insult you! I care because I love you!" She clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing the words that have just sprang out of her mouth.
Trunks widened his eyes, which were full of surprise.
Pan murmured, "Trunks, I-"
Trunks turned around and said softly, but still loud enough for Pan to hear every single syllable of his words.
"I'm sorry, I don't feel the same."
He stumbled off on the dirt path, and soon out of sight, Pan slumped on the ground, with no sound surrounding her but the soft splashing of raindrops.
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Please, don't flame because of this cliffie, which I must admit, was very evil, you all know I don't know any other way to end a chapter . . .
Please review, poor Pan, eh?
-Juunanagou4ever
And for those of you that are asking, Panic is not Celeste, neither is Emit, alright?
~*~
"The prince! He's gone!" Panic screamed.
Emit calmly walked into the room and asked, "I'm making tea, would you like some?"
"How can you be calm?! THE PRINCE IS GONE!" Panic yelled, tears forming in her eyes, "He will surely die in his condition! And it's all because of that stupid peasant girl that has my name!"
Emit asked again, "How many spoons of sugar do you take in your tea?"
"How can you be thinking of tea at a time of great despair?!" Panic cried.
Emit poured the tiniest bit of milk in her tea, "You should try milk in it, it makes the tea taste much more smoother."
Panic yelled again, "What is wrong with you? Why must you be so calm about everything?"
Emit eyed her coldly, "Everything happens for a reason, to deny or question those reasons are just complete wastes of time, and time must not be wasted."
"ARGH!" Panic screamed, "Sometimes you make no sense at all!!"
"On the contrary." Emit sipped her tea, "The people who make the most sense are considered the most erratic ones."
Panic moaned, "And now you're going to tell me looking for the prince would be of no use at all, right?"
Emit nodded, "Correct, and you might want this." She pulled Trunks' gold chain from her neck and tossed it to a sobbing Panic, "And don't cry, that wastes time also, and it also stains my carpet."
Panic sniffed, "The prince's chain! But it never leaves his side, er . . . neck!"
Emit smiled, "Funny how things that were meant to be are so greatly appreciated."
Panic moaned and sat down in a chair, "Emit, I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but, you're so weird!"
Emit beamed, "Thank you, my friend, tea?"
Panic sighed, "Why not?"
~*~
Trunks cried, "Pan!" And he rushed forward to help the unconscious girl up, her hair was in a tangled mess, her clothes were torn with drenched blood, and her skin was badly bruised, their were slash-like marks all along her arms and legs, which made Trunks conclude that they were either caused by a whip or a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Pan slowly opened an eye, "Trunks . . . is that you?"
"Of course it's me, I mean, who else has a gorgeous face like mine?" Trunks grinned.
"Yup, it definitely you, I've never met anyone more vain." Pan tried to get up and she moaned when she realized that she couldn't move her right ankle.
Trunks picked her up in his arms, "Here, I'll carry you."
Pan growled, "Don't drop me like that oaf did."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "And the story behind that would be . . ."
Pan explained, "Well, there was this large pig-like guy carrying me in here, and on the way, he slipped on a banana peel and dropped me, which is probably why my ankle is twisted."
Trunks sighed, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that you'd be like this, I mean, all I expected was for you to get raped, but I really didn't expect you to be hurt and-"
Pan whacked him on his head, "YOU JERK! You expected me to be raped?! What kind of a sicko are you?!"
Trunks rubbed his head, "Ouchies, that hurt, why must you constantly hit me on the head?"
Pan suddenly clung on to his neck, "Thanks Trunks, I didn't think you'd show up and rescue me, well . . . you didn't exactly rescue me, but I was getting very bored so at least now I can talk to someone."
Trunks smiled, "Of course, it is always a princes' duty to save damsels in distress."
Pan pulled her head closer to his and he stiffened, not knowing what she was about to do next, and her lips were inches away from his ear when she yelled, "I WASN'T IN DISTRESS, YOU IDIOT!"
Trunks yelped and clutched his ear with one hand, and onto his head with the other one, causing Pan to fall on to the ground and be knocked unconscious.
"Opps . . . sorry, Panny." Trunks muttered, "Well, at least you're quiet now." And he picked her up again and carried her slowly out of the room.
But slave traders do not let slaves get away so easily, as soon as Trunks stepped out of the room, a slave trader saw him, "Hey! Who are you?!"
"Er . . . I'm Pan's second cousin, twice-removed?" Trunks frowned.
"What are you talking about?" The slave trader walked closer to Trunks.
"Wow, you really are an oaf." Trunks gaped at the size of the monster.
"WHAT?!" The giant bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
Trunks chose not to answer that and started walking slowly down the narrow corridor. The oaf yelled again, "ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"
Trunks muttered quietly to himself, "Of course not, who could miss that stomach of yours?"
"WHAT?!"
Okay, maybe Trunks' voice was louder than he thought. He decided to run, but before he could put his brilliant plan into action, two more slave traders appeared in front of him, both just as fat as the first one.
"Oh, look." Trunks murmured, "It's Tweedledee and Tweedledum, super-sized."
One blow sent Trunks crashing into the wall, he mused to himself, "I have got to learn to keep my mouth shut."
He set Pan down gently in the corner and smirked, "I'm saving your life, and you better appreciate it.
He glanced at the three giant people surrounding him and got into fighting stance, "Maybe the palace life isn't that bad, after all, there's only one of my dad, and at least he's my size."
The first giant attack him, Trunks jumped aside and elbowed him on his back, "Ouch! Score one for Trunks!"
The next giant charged at him while the other one grabbed his legs trying to slow him down, Trunks smirked and kneed him, right in the groin. As the giant collapsed on the ground, Trunks smiled victoriously, "Two down, one to go . . . er, make that a very big one."
The last remaining giant kicked him, but due to Trunks' size, he quickly jumped aside, but just then, the first giant stood up and held his arms together with amazing strength, allowing direct damage to be made by the other giant. Trunks struggled to get out of his grasp and he did, at the exact moment the other giant landed a punch, right on his wound. Trunks gasped in pain as his wound re-opened, and the other giant used this opportunity to pin him against the wall, then, he and the other giant teamed up to punch Trunks. As Trunks winced in pain, he muttered to himself, "Our hero is on the verge of life and death, and his female fans are cheering for him to live, but well he? Of course, there is only one way to find out."
Trunks felt a piercing pain in his chest, and kicked one giant down, but the other giant grabbed him by his hair and laughed cruelly, a mistake no one makes twice. Trunks glared at the man, "Mess with the hair? A fatal mistake." He raised his palm to let out a ki beam, with used up the remainders of his strength. The last giant coughed once and fell on to the ground, dead.
Trunks wiped a bit of blood away from his mouth and grinned at Pan, "Hey, don't I get a victory hug?"
When no reply came from the unconscious girl, Trunks picked her up and stumbled out of the cave. It was raining outside and Trunks took a few steps, letting the rain soak his hair, he closed his eyes, and fell on to the ground, blood seeping through his wound.
~*~
Pan opened an eye and wondered why she was so cold, she realized that the sun was rising and raised a hand to wipe her wet hair away from her eyes, when she saw that her hand was covered with blood, she screamed. Her body ached all over, but she did not understand why she had blood on her hand, she saw no wound, yet the blood was there, and when she examined it, it was fresh.
She looked at her surroundings and saw that she was in the forest, and when she looked beside her, she screamed again, Trunks was lying on the ground, a large puddle of blood surrounding him.
She crawled over to where he was and shook his shoulder, "Trunks? Trunks! Wake up!"
He did not move, nor did he wake up.
"C'mon! Wake up! You idiot!" Tears sprang to Pan's eyes when she saw that he wouldn't move.
Did he die? Did he die trying to save her?
No, he couldn't be dead, she would never forgive herself if he died because of her.
"Trunks, wake up." Pan sobbed, "Please! Trunks, you gotta wake up!"
Still, the violet haired boy would not budge.
"Trunks! If you wake up, I'll bake you a cake everyday for the rest of your life!" Tears rolled down Pan's cheeks, a drop landed on Trunks' hand.
Trunks moved his hand lightly, but enough so that Pan felt his movement. She smiled and shook his shoulder.
Trunks opened his eyes slowly, "Did I hear you mention cake?"
Pan laughed softly as she helped Trunks stand up, Trunks chuckled, "You should thank me for saving your life."
Pan's laugh turned into a growl, "Thank you?! Did I ask to be saved?! I could've handled it fine, but look at you! You almost died!"
Trunks laughed, "Why do you care?"
He acts like it was nothing to him, didn't he know he could've been killed? Pan thought, If he died, I would never see those kind eyes of his, or hear that amiable laugh of his again.
Trunks laughed again, running a hand through his wet hair, "I don't think it would have made a difference if I died, I mean, the only reason you put up with me is because you can insult me of my name and hair, I don't see why you'd care if I died."
Pan yelled, "You jerk! What do you know? How could you say those things?! Of course I care, not just because I can insult you! I care because I love you!" She clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing the words that have just sprang out of her mouth.
Trunks widened his eyes, which were full of surprise.
Pan murmured, "Trunks, I-"
Trunks turned around and said softly, but still loud enough for Pan to hear every single syllable of his words.
"I'm sorry, I don't feel the same."
He stumbled off on the dirt path, and soon out of sight, Pan slumped on the ground, with no sound surrounding her but the soft splashing of raindrops.
~*~
Please, don't flame because of this cliffie, which I must admit, was very evil, you all know I don't know any other way to end a chapter . . .
Please review, poor Pan, eh?
-Juunanagou4ever