Author's Notes: Here's Chapter Four! HEHEHEHEEHHE! I'm obsessed with writing in this one, dunno why...
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
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She sat at the table in the basement with no windows, no source of light except for the simple candles
that lit around. The dark room would allow her to remain awake during light hours, and therefore she
could complete her story without interruption. Kakkarot sat before her, and Camille rested among the
stack of napkins beside Chichi. Chichi opened her mouth, and then a small smile curved across her lips.
"Where should I begin?" She asked, asking herself more then Kakkarot.
"Where did you and Auguste meet?" Kakkarot asked her. She looked up at him.
"Oh," She sighed, "He came to me when I was just a teenage girl, the age of seventeen, with no gift to
win me over, but a smile. My father was a very wealthy man, and to win me over he declared that every
suitor shall bring a treasure of some sort... something I was worth. I thought the idea was ridiculous,"
She averted her eyes to the table, "I did not want to marry someone I didn't love." She paused, a sad look
on her pretty face, and Kakkarot bit his lip.
"...Of course, a smile did not impress my Father," She looked back up at Kakkarot, "But it impressed me
well enough." She smiled to herself, "He was a funny man, only a year older than I, and very flirtacious (sp?).
I couldn't help myself... when I first set my eyes upon that lovely face I had fallen." She sat back in her
chair... "And we ran away." She looked back up at Kakkarot, "Something very, very risky to do in that time."
"How long ago was this?"
"Over seven thousand five hundred years ago," Chichi told him, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Kakkarot
was taken aback.
"You've lived through all of those years, not one protestor to your existence?" Kakkarot asked. She smiled
gentley at him.
"I never said I didn't have any conflicts while living," She told him, "But I have lived none the less."
"Oh..."
"Now, if I may," She smiled again, and then returned to her story, "As we lived through the years, unharmed,
peacefully, we only grew more and more intrigued with each other. Our love was too strong, our quarrels made us
so sad that in order to reassure ourselves we would lay and kiss, touch, drink each other's blood for days at a time.
We needed nothing more than each other, we could survive anything. When I heard of my Father's death, he had
also left me his great fortune... it seemed that he had forgiven me for everything. This only made me love my
Auguste more, and as hundreds of years passed, there was not a moment I could stop loving him."
"How long after that was he executed?" Kakkarot asked, making the word executed quiet. She looked up at him.
"After we had been together for almost seven hundred years..." She told him, and smiled, "I do admit that both of
us found others interesting. I was very beautiful, and he was very handsome. I attracted many, many men when we
joined humans at a ball or a feast. Although we did not eat with the humans, we watched them. Auguste was a very,
very jealous lover." She looked at the table and laughed to herself, "Not to say I wasn't when I saw girls flooding
around him." She paused. "Auguste and I were walking home from a dance, our hoods up to hide our pale faces. We walked
about a foot apart, both angry and jealous like we usually leaved parties. He was angry with me for having spent
the entire evening talking with a beautiful human, and dancing with him. I was angry at Auguste for being so paranoid."
"Is this when it happened?" Kakkarot asked her.
"Yes," She answered, "Before we knew it, a mob of humans were running after us, holding sticks with fire, yelling. I was
shoved away from them, pushed down to the streets, my face being shoved into a puddle. Although he was angry with me, he did
not like me being hurt, he did not want that." She paused, "He was angrier than I had ever seen him... angrier than I had
ever been... he was killing not from hunger, but from rage. He took out as many of the humans as he could. He freed me, and
pushed me farther away from the mob... pushed me until I was out of sight. But now they were just after my beautiful Auguste.
They threw there fires at him, kicked and punched him, beat him with any form of sticks or metal they could find. I was crying
and on my knees, I was useless... I didn't even try to help him."
"But he wanted you to live," Kakakrot told her, leaning closer, "He died so you would live." She nodded, her eyes full of
tears of blood.
"That is when I saw him," She told Kakkarot, "That demon form... eyes of a devil, fangs of a vampire. But I could not get ahold of
myself to think. I was shaking with rage, and crying. I cried so much blood that I had been drained... later, as I was near my vampire
death... my last death... Camille found me, and restored me. She brought to me blood of a human, and poured into my mouth. When
I had gotten better, I saved her from men trying to hurt her. We were even then, but she insisted upon staying with me." She looked
down at the now sleeping fairy and sadly smiled, "It was because of her that I lived." She brought her hands to her face and sobbed.
"But it is only because of me that my dear Auguste is dead, only because I did not save him." Kakkarot stood and walked to her, bending
to his knees and moved her hands, then wiped her tears with his thumbs.
"It was a very hard thing to do, to watch your lover die," He told her, "But he wanted you to live, and if you would have died his spirit
would have never been able to rest. You did all you could, but it is not your fault." She gave him a sad smile and touched his face.
"Thank you."
~~~
Author's Notes: Did you like? Hehe, thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
~~~
She sat at the table in the basement with no windows, no source of light except for the simple candles
that lit around. The dark room would allow her to remain awake during light hours, and therefore she
could complete her story without interruption. Kakkarot sat before her, and Camille rested among the
stack of napkins beside Chichi. Chichi opened her mouth, and then a small smile curved across her lips.
"Where should I begin?" She asked, asking herself more then Kakkarot.
"Where did you and Auguste meet?" Kakkarot asked her. She looked up at him.
"Oh," She sighed, "He came to me when I was just a teenage girl, the age of seventeen, with no gift to
win me over, but a smile. My father was a very wealthy man, and to win me over he declared that every
suitor shall bring a treasure of some sort... something I was worth. I thought the idea was ridiculous,"
She averted her eyes to the table, "I did not want to marry someone I didn't love." She paused, a sad look
on her pretty face, and Kakkarot bit his lip.
"...Of course, a smile did not impress my Father," She looked back up at Kakkarot, "But it impressed me
well enough." She smiled to herself, "He was a funny man, only a year older than I, and very flirtacious (sp?).
I couldn't help myself... when I first set my eyes upon that lovely face I had fallen." She sat back in her
chair... "And we ran away." She looked back up at Kakkarot, "Something very, very risky to do in that time."
"How long ago was this?"
"Over seven thousand five hundred years ago," Chichi told him, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Kakkarot
was taken aback.
"You've lived through all of those years, not one protestor to your existence?" Kakkarot asked. She smiled
gentley at him.
"I never said I didn't have any conflicts while living," She told him, "But I have lived none the less."
"Oh..."
"Now, if I may," She smiled again, and then returned to her story, "As we lived through the years, unharmed,
peacefully, we only grew more and more intrigued with each other. Our love was too strong, our quarrels made us
so sad that in order to reassure ourselves we would lay and kiss, touch, drink each other's blood for days at a time.
We needed nothing more than each other, we could survive anything. When I heard of my Father's death, he had
also left me his great fortune... it seemed that he had forgiven me for everything. This only made me love my
Auguste more, and as hundreds of years passed, there was not a moment I could stop loving him."
"How long after that was he executed?" Kakkarot asked, making the word executed quiet. She looked up at him.
"After we had been together for almost seven hundred years..." She told him, and smiled, "I do admit that both of
us found others interesting. I was very beautiful, and he was very handsome. I attracted many, many men when we
joined humans at a ball or a feast. Although we did not eat with the humans, we watched them. Auguste was a very,
very jealous lover." She looked at the table and laughed to herself, "Not to say I wasn't when I saw girls flooding
around him." She paused. "Auguste and I were walking home from a dance, our hoods up to hide our pale faces. We walked
about a foot apart, both angry and jealous like we usually leaved parties. He was angry with me for having spent
the entire evening talking with a beautiful human, and dancing with him. I was angry at Auguste for being so paranoid."
"Is this when it happened?" Kakkarot asked her.
"Yes," She answered, "Before we knew it, a mob of humans were running after us, holding sticks with fire, yelling. I was
shoved away from them, pushed down to the streets, my face being shoved into a puddle. Although he was angry with me, he did
not like me being hurt, he did not want that." She paused, "He was angrier than I had ever seen him... angrier than I had
ever been... he was killing not from hunger, but from rage. He took out as many of the humans as he could. He freed me, and
pushed me farther away from the mob... pushed me until I was out of sight. But now they were just after my beautiful Auguste.
They threw there fires at him, kicked and punched him, beat him with any form of sticks or metal they could find. I was crying
and on my knees, I was useless... I didn't even try to help him."
"But he wanted you to live," Kakakrot told her, leaning closer, "He died so you would live." She nodded, her eyes full of
tears of blood.
"That is when I saw him," She told Kakkarot, "That demon form... eyes of a devil, fangs of a vampire. But I could not get ahold of
myself to think. I was shaking with rage, and crying. I cried so much blood that I had been drained... later, as I was near my vampire
death... my last death... Camille found me, and restored me. She brought to me blood of a human, and poured into my mouth. When
I had gotten better, I saved her from men trying to hurt her. We were even then, but she insisted upon staying with me." She looked
down at the now sleeping fairy and sadly smiled, "It was because of her that I lived." She brought her hands to her face and sobbed.
"But it is only because of me that my dear Auguste is dead, only because I did not save him." Kakkarot stood and walked to her, bending
to his knees and moved her hands, then wiped her tears with his thumbs.
"It was a very hard thing to do, to watch your lover die," He told her, "But he wanted you to live, and if you would have died his spirit
would have never been able to rest. You did all you could, but it is not your fault." She gave him a sad smile and touched his face.
"Thank you."
~~~
Author's Notes: Did you like? Hehe, thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^