Bura looked back and forth as she walked quickly home from school. When she
saw them behind her and around her, she felt assured. She nodded to them
curtly, looked forward and continued walking past the scatters of other
groups of teens.
She hadn't walked alone ever since she found out. Even if she had no friends with her, she was never alone. She breathed in the shallow spring air and those memories played back in her head again, pounding relentlessly against reality.
Those memories came often, in her dreams and mind. Although it had happened only five months ago, it flashed back at her as if she lived through it over and over again.
But this time, it commanded her full attention:
Trunks leaned lazily on her doorway and knocked gently. Bura looked up from her mystery novel and glared at him, annoyed.
"Dad and mom want to talk to you, Bura." Trunks delivered softly, knowing what Vegeta was going to tell his little sister. Trunks knew this family secret ever since he was eight. He saw the confusion in Bura's eyes and comforted her.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
Bura sighed in relief, she thought that she was in trouble again for sneaking out the night before.
She put down her book, stood up and stretched.
"They're in the den in the West wing, right?"
Trunks nodded. It wasn't uncommon for their family to ask where each family member was in their gigantic mansion. He moved out of the way and let Bura out to dance down the winding staircase and out of his sight.
Bura hummed a perky little song and waltzed into the cozy, fire warmed den.
Vegeta and Bulma were sitting on opposite ends of the lotus shaped coffee table on morocco covered, lush armchairs.
"Sit down, honey." Bulma pointed to a simpler chair with two silk cushions.
Bura plopped down and crossed a leg over the other daintily.
"You called for me?"
Vegeta opened his eyes from his meditation and studied her closely. "I hope she can handle this." He thought.
Bura looked at Vegeta's face and saw that it seemed older tonight, noble, almost----princely.
"Your brother knew this for about ten years now, so I guess you should know it now, too." Vegeta said.
Bura shifted her weight, propped a hand on her chin and leaned forward. Bulma fiddled nervously with a handkerchief.
"You are a princess."
Bura's jaw dropped. Her body froze, unable to speak. Her throat closed up and her eyes bulged out slightly.
"What?"
Vegeta took in a deep breath and sighed.
"Well, I have changed my ways years ago. But as you know, I am a Saiyan, one of the last ones of my kind. But my bloodline, it is of, well, royalty." Vegeta broke out in a small sweat as he paused and swallowed.
"We Saiyans, have a thirst for fighting. We need blood shed, in fact," he chuckled a bit. "You can almost say that we are bloodthirsty."
His face snapped back to his usual seriousness.
"I have killed many men and fathers of great authority. Those who were men, have long gone. But those who were fathers.....their offspring carry a heavy hatred towards me and my children." Vegeta raised his cold and jet black eyes to Bura's blue and naïve ones.
"They want revenge. They want to assassinate us. Starting with the youngest."
Vegeta's eyes were hard and unfeeling as he finished. Bura felt a cold shiver rise up her spine and choke her neck.
"You need protection. You must not trust anyone except for yourself. Everyone is a suspect."
Bura glanced at her mother; Bulma had kept her head down the whole time and looked like a statue.
Bura turned back to Vegeta, the shivers climbed up further.
"Why the youngest?"
"Their main target is me. But they want me to die a slow death first, a slow and emotional one." Vegeta's voice was hard and cold.
"Damn it." Bura cursed as her mind snapped back to the present.
Bura was almost home and no else was walking in her neighborhood so they came up and walked on each side of her.
"Princess, I was informed by one of my sources that the enemy is sending someone undercover." He whispered quietly, his short, black hair covering his intense green eyes.
Bura raised her chin slightly, not looking at him. She never stared directly into their eyes when they were out in public.
"Does that mean you will be replaced? Or will I get more protection?"
Her last guards were about her age, between 16 and 17. They had left because their training had to be completed. So she now got 2 new recruits in the same age range.
The dark figure didn't answer her. She ignored his usual silence and continued walking.
"Finally, home." She said in relief. Titus, the tall blonde opened the door quickly for her and she stepped in.
Titus looked around him and Silas quickly and nodded assuringly for the two to go in.
The house was silent except for the soft music from Trunks' room. Bura put her bag down gently on the floor and collapsed onto the love seat. Titus and Silas stood beside her.
Bura glanced at Titus and Silas' black jackets and realized that they were a bit scuffed around the sides. Her new guards were handsome and well built, but unusually quiet and serious for their ages.
Bura stood up and grabbed at bit of Titus' jacket. He looked at her, alarmed and then he lowered his head.
"You both need new jackets." She murmured as she felt the blemished parts of the arm and sides.
She dropped her arm and sighed. She took one last look into Titus' warm gray eyes and walked up the stairs to her room.
Titus and Silas traded curious looks and followed. Bura closed the door softly as she let Silas, her usual inner guard in and Titus, her doorman out.
Titus kept his ammunition and weapons clipped to his belt and strap and relaxed a bit.
He was in love.
Although all those years of intense training and camps had dramatically changed his perspective of life, he had never felt this kind of lust towards one person. He had always been cold and unfeeling. Until he met her.
He and Silas were told that they were her second set of guards.
They went to school with her, attended the same classes as her and stayed with her during break and lunch. Bura's friends, he noticed, her friends often flirted with him and Silas and there were many rumors that they were her cousins or boyfriends.
"I don't think you need your guns in here, Silas", Bura said as she straightened out her homework and desk.
Silas shook his head, "sorry, I would, Princess. But it is the regulations."
Bura stood up, put her hands on her hips and glared at him. The glare soon melted and she relaxed her arms. She reached at the ends of her shirt and pulled it off slowly.
Silas blushed as he turned, he wished he could give her some more privacy, but her killers could get at her at every chance.
He had his back faced to her as he heard the rustling of her clothes being taken off and on.
"Are you done your homework in math yet?" Bura asked casually as she slipped on an old sweatshirt and jeans.
"Uh, yeah."
Bura walked in front of him and let Silas reach past her and open the door. "I didn't really get the notes, so, um, could you help me?"
Silas stood up straighter and nodded quickly. "Sure." He mumbled.
Bura flashed him a smile and stepped out.
Silas flipped his black hair out from his eyes and went out with her.
Titus saw Bura come out and followed her along with Silas.
~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
After dinner:
Bura sat at her desk lazily and toyed with her pencil as Silas stuttered nervously as he tried to tutor the princess.
"So, if the angle of SD is 45 degrees, the opposite angle would be called the 'hypotenuse', and then you would find out if you should use sine, cosine or tangent." He paused and looked at the day dreaming Bura.
"Princess? Are you listening to me?"
Bura shook her head quickly and looked at him. "Oh, uh, yeah."
Silas bit his lip and sighed. He leaned over her and started writing some formulas. Bura looked at the paper as the hundreds of numbers came out and squiggled before her eyes.
"You know what, Silas? I'm exhausted. Let's take a break from this and continue tomorrow, okay?" She said and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
Silas blinked. "Okay, if that's what you want."
Bura checked her watch, changed her clothes to her sleeping gown and climbed into bed.
Silas stifled a yawn and took off his heavy jacket to a black T-shirt.
"Can you get the light?" Bura called as she turned in her bed and pulled the pink satin covers over her shoulders.
Silas reached over, turned off the light and put on the nightlight. Its dim and eerie glow gave his hair a gold touch and his eyes an almost, seductive look.
Silas kept his stand as he listened to Bura's quiet snoring.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning:
Bura sat up slowly and yawned. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked around. Titus and Silas had traded shifts last night and Titus was watching her intently from the over side of the room.
He had his arms crossed over his chest and his sharp gray eyes looked into hers. His gun was on his belt and he leaned on the wall.
"Good morning, Princess." He said huskily.
Bura nodded curtly to him, got up and changed quickly.
The walk to school was almost treacherous. Silas and Titus were beside her, as usual, and the usual band of guys were behind them cracking jokes and jeering at her.
"Hey, Bura! You go to the washroom with them too?" one of them called out.
"Yo, hottie! Can we go into the shower with you too?" Another cried out.
Titus and Silas traded annoyed looks and Silas blushed slightly. Bura's cheeks flamed up and she quickened her steps.
Some of her friends waved at them and she waved back, but the cheerleaders spotted them and began whispering quickly and pointing.
"Can we walk faster?" She hissed to both of them as she sped up her pace and went to the entrance of the school.
Silas and Titus caught up easily and the three of them made it as soon as the morning bell rang its mocking ring.
*~*~*~*~***~~~***
Science Class:
Bura daydreamed lazily as she heard the scuffling of Silas and Titus' pencils quickly taking down the chemistry notes.
She looked at Silas, he was so focussed, his dark hair covering his eyes and he wrote furiously as the teacher droned on her lecture.
A knock suddenly stopped both Bura's daydreaming and the scuffling of Titus' and Silas' pencils.
Mrs. Chanis turned and gasped in both surprise and delight.
"Oh! Why, it's our new student!" She went over, arms outstretched as she greeted an awkward boy.
He was dressed plainly, his black hair neatly gelled, his baggy jeans and shirt gave him a street look, and his face unreadable.
Bura looked up and caught his eye. Something in her stirred, a twinging feeling. It was love at first sight.
He seemed to notice her and smiled.
Mrs. Chanis shook his hand quickly, brought him to the center of the class and introduced him.
"Class, this is Goten Son. He's come here from Sir Charles Simpson High. Please, make him feel welcome!"
Goten looked around the class and stared right back at the curious faces. He spotted Bura again and grinned even wider. He walked down her aisle and sat in the desk beside her.
Bura noticed the hairs of Titus' neck had risen and that Silas tensed up. Her two guards quickly exchanged suspicious looks and speedily glanced at Goten.
That class, at first, felt like it carried on forever, but with this new dark stranger, to Bura, it felt like a dream.
Lunch:
Bura plopped down beside her locker and took out her sandwich. Titus and Silas sat down, took out their neatly packed sandwiches and ate in neat little bites while Bura gobbled hers up.
They didn't really talk, but heads turned as they heard the nearing of footsteps.
"Hey", Goten greeted as he sat down beside Bura.
Titus and Silas ignored him, but watched his every move carefully. But Bura welcomed him warmly by smiling.
"I never got to know your name." He continued.
"It's-----" She was suddenly interrupted when Titus' hand flew up and covered her mouth, made her stand up and walked away to the water fountain.
Goten looked startled. Silas raised an eyebrow, stood up as well, but knew that this was expected.
Bura bit Titus' hand, hard. Titus ignored the pain and kept his hand firmly on her mouth until they got out of sight of Silas and Goten.
"Titus! What the hell are you doing?" She said as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the water fountain.
Titus looked around quickly and then bowed his head respectfully.
"Silas and I have strong suspicions about Goten."
Bura broke into a chuckle; then it turned doubled down in laughter, causing heads to turn.
She gasped for air, "you and Silas think that he's the enemy?" She punched him playfully and began to walk back when Titus grabbed her shoulder.
He pulled himself up behind her. "Death is no laughing matter." He whispered into her ear.
Bura's eyes flashed angrily as she turned on him.
"What would you know about death?"
Titus was taken back, and he closed his eyes patiently.
"You do not know everything about me, Princess."
Suddenly, the faint sound of screaming began to haunt Titus again. Only he could hear it now. The cries of his parents and little sister etched themselves painfully into this brain.
He was only eight years old, and their family's shoe shop was being burned down. A random crime. He was sleeping soundly in his bed, it was a hot summer night so he had kicked his covers off of his bed.
His baby sister first began to cry; then he woke up to both the shattering of glass and Mabel's cries. Titus was scared, so he hid under his pillow and started whimpering. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to go to sleep and wake up to mommy and daddy's hugs.
His eyes closed tighter as he heard unknown voices yelling, then those voices joined in a haunting aria of his parents death screams as they were slaughtered to death. They never entered his room, luckily, he was sleeping in the garret.
He then had felt a smoldering heat come across him. His parents had stopped screaming and now the house was dead quiet. He got out of his bed and ran to the small window of the attic.
Fire. It engulfed the entire section of the main floor and was climbing its thirsty claws up to him. The calm stars seemed to dance mockingly to the fire's crackle and the fire was singing. Escape kept flashing through his mind. Titus blinked back his burning tears and threw himself out of the window.
It was all a haze. As the glances of trees and stars swirled around him when he finally landed in a bush of berries.
He heard his neighbor's voices as he saw them run towards him and his burning house.
Then the world went black.
Since then, his eyes never seemed to have that young look any more. And many people, including his trainer commented that he had an old head on a set of young shoulders.
And the same question clawed at his mind ever since: why?
From then on, he swore to the heavens that he would avenge the blood shed. The thirst of revenge seeped into his heart, dripping with red liquid. He wanted to find the killers.
Stop.
Bura shook slightly; Titus' eyes were scaring her. She had never gotten so close to a call like this before, but with the deep set anger flickering in his eyes; they frightened her.
"Titus, are you, are you alright?"
Titus lifted his head slowly and flipped his hair from his eyes.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Just don't get your self too involved with this guy. Don't get too involved with anyone."
Bura smiled gently and walked back to their lunch spot.
Goten felt uncomfortable. That seemed uncalled for and sudden. He saw her coming back and relaxed. He looked up at Silas and felt a coldness coming from him.
Silas looked right back at him and Goten turned away quickly.
Bura sat down slowly and her guards kept their eyes on Goten.
She flipped her hair and flashed Goten a smile.
"It's Bura."
Author's note:
Hey! What did you all think of that? I hope you enjoyed it. I'll really appreciate some reviews from you people! I know some ppl don't even bother putting on reviews (MAYBE CAUSE YOU'RE LAZY! HAHAH!), but please feel free to comment.
She hadn't walked alone ever since she found out. Even if she had no friends with her, she was never alone. She breathed in the shallow spring air and those memories played back in her head again, pounding relentlessly against reality.
Those memories came often, in her dreams and mind. Although it had happened only five months ago, it flashed back at her as if she lived through it over and over again.
But this time, it commanded her full attention:
Trunks leaned lazily on her doorway and knocked gently. Bura looked up from her mystery novel and glared at him, annoyed.
"Dad and mom want to talk to you, Bura." Trunks delivered softly, knowing what Vegeta was going to tell his little sister. Trunks knew this family secret ever since he was eight. He saw the confusion in Bura's eyes and comforted her.
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
Bura sighed in relief, she thought that she was in trouble again for sneaking out the night before.
She put down her book, stood up and stretched.
"They're in the den in the West wing, right?"
Trunks nodded. It wasn't uncommon for their family to ask where each family member was in their gigantic mansion. He moved out of the way and let Bura out to dance down the winding staircase and out of his sight.
Bura hummed a perky little song and waltzed into the cozy, fire warmed den.
Vegeta and Bulma were sitting on opposite ends of the lotus shaped coffee table on morocco covered, lush armchairs.
"Sit down, honey." Bulma pointed to a simpler chair with two silk cushions.
Bura plopped down and crossed a leg over the other daintily.
"You called for me?"
Vegeta opened his eyes from his meditation and studied her closely. "I hope she can handle this." He thought.
Bura looked at Vegeta's face and saw that it seemed older tonight, noble, almost----princely.
"Your brother knew this for about ten years now, so I guess you should know it now, too." Vegeta said.
Bura shifted her weight, propped a hand on her chin and leaned forward. Bulma fiddled nervously with a handkerchief.
"You are a princess."
Bura's jaw dropped. Her body froze, unable to speak. Her throat closed up and her eyes bulged out slightly.
"What?"
Vegeta took in a deep breath and sighed.
"Well, I have changed my ways years ago. But as you know, I am a Saiyan, one of the last ones of my kind. But my bloodline, it is of, well, royalty." Vegeta broke out in a small sweat as he paused and swallowed.
"We Saiyans, have a thirst for fighting. We need blood shed, in fact," he chuckled a bit. "You can almost say that we are bloodthirsty."
His face snapped back to his usual seriousness.
"I have killed many men and fathers of great authority. Those who were men, have long gone. But those who were fathers.....their offspring carry a heavy hatred towards me and my children." Vegeta raised his cold and jet black eyes to Bura's blue and naïve ones.
"They want revenge. They want to assassinate us. Starting with the youngest."
Vegeta's eyes were hard and unfeeling as he finished. Bura felt a cold shiver rise up her spine and choke her neck.
"You need protection. You must not trust anyone except for yourself. Everyone is a suspect."
Bura glanced at her mother; Bulma had kept her head down the whole time and looked like a statue.
Bura turned back to Vegeta, the shivers climbed up further.
"Why the youngest?"
"Their main target is me. But they want me to die a slow death first, a slow and emotional one." Vegeta's voice was hard and cold.
"Damn it." Bura cursed as her mind snapped back to the present.
Bura was almost home and no else was walking in her neighborhood so they came up and walked on each side of her.
"Princess, I was informed by one of my sources that the enemy is sending someone undercover." He whispered quietly, his short, black hair covering his intense green eyes.
Bura raised her chin slightly, not looking at him. She never stared directly into their eyes when they were out in public.
"Does that mean you will be replaced? Or will I get more protection?"
Her last guards were about her age, between 16 and 17. They had left because their training had to be completed. So she now got 2 new recruits in the same age range.
The dark figure didn't answer her. She ignored his usual silence and continued walking.
"Finally, home." She said in relief. Titus, the tall blonde opened the door quickly for her and she stepped in.
Titus looked around him and Silas quickly and nodded assuringly for the two to go in.
The house was silent except for the soft music from Trunks' room. Bura put her bag down gently on the floor and collapsed onto the love seat. Titus and Silas stood beside her.
Bura glanced at Titus and Silas' black jackets and realized that they were a bit scuffed around the sides. Her new guards were handsome and well built, but unusually quiet and serious for their ages.
Bura stood up and grabbed at bit of Titus' jacket. He looked at her, alarmed and then he lowered his head.
"You both need new jackets." She murmured as she felt the blemished parts of the arm and sides.
She dropped her arm and sighed. She took one last look into Titus' warm gray eyes and walked up the stairs to her room.
Titus and Silas traded curious looks and followed. Bura closed the door softly as she let Silas, her usual inner guard in and Titus, her doorman out.
Titus kept his ammunition and weapons clipped to his belt and strap and relaxed a bit.
He was in love.
Although all those years of intense training and camps had dramatically changed his perspective of life, he had never felt this kind of lust towards one person. He had always been cold and unfeeling. Until he met her.
He and Silas were told that they were her second set of guards.
They went to school with her, attended the same classes as her and stayed with her during break and lunch. Bura's friends, he noticed, her friends often flirted with him and Silas and there were many rumors that they were her cousins or boyfriends.
"I don't think you need your guns in here, Silas", Bura said as she straightened out her homework and desk.
Silas shook his head, "sorry, I would, Princess. But it is the regulations."
Bura stood up, put her hands on her hips and glared at him. The glare soon melted and she relaxed her arms. She reached at the ends of her shirt and pulled it off slowly.
Silas blushed as he turned, he wished he could give her some more privacy, but her killers could get at her at every chance.
He had his back faced to her as he heard the rustling of her clothes being taken off and on.
"Are you done your homework in math yet?" Bura asked casually as she slipped on an old sweatshirt and jeans.
"Uh, yeah."
Bura walked in front of him and let Silas reach past her and open the door. "I didn't really get the notes, so, um, could you help me?"
Silas stood up straighter and nodded quickly. "Sure." He mumbled.
Bura flashed him a smile and stepped out.
Silas flipped his black hair out from his eyes and went out with her.
Titus saw Bura come out and followed her along with Silas.
~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
After dinner:
Bura sat at her desk lazily and toyed with her pencil as Silas stuttered nervously as he tried to tutor the princess.
"So, if the angle of SD is 45 degrees, the opposite angle would be called the 'hypotenuse', and then you would find out if you should use sine, cosine or tangent." He paused and looked at the day dreaming Bura.
"Princess? Are you listening to me?"
Bura shook her head quickly and looked at him. "Oh, uh, yeah."
Silas bit his lip and sighed. He leaned over her and started writing some formulas. Bura looked at the paper as the hundreds of numbers came out and squiggled before her eyes.
"You know what, Silas? I'm exhausted. Let's take a break from this and continue tomorrow, okay?" She said and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
Silas blinked. "Okay, if that's what you want."
Bura checked her watch, changed her clothes to her sleeping gown and climbed into bed.
Silas stifled a yawn and took off his heavy jacket to a black T-shirt.
"Can you get the light?" Bura called as she turned in her bed and pulled the pink satin covers over her shoulders.
Silas reached over, turned off the light and put on the nightlight. Its dim and eerie glow gave his hair a gold touch and his eyes an almost, seductive look.
Silas kept his stand as he listened to Bura's quiet snoring.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning:
Bura sat up slowly and yawned. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked around. Titus and Silas had traded shifts last night and Titus was watching her intently from the over side of the room.
He had his arms crossed over his chest and his sharp gray eyes looked into hers. His gun was on his belt and he leaned on the wall.
"Good morning, Princess." He said huskily.
Bura nodded curtly to him, got up and changed quickly.
The walk to school was almost treacherous. Silas and Titus were beside her, as usual, and the usual band of guys were behind them cracking jokes and jeering at her.
"Hey, Bura! You go to the washroom with them too?" one of them called out.
"Yo, hottie! Can we go into the shower with you too?" Another cried out.
Titus and Silas traded annoyed looks and Silas blushed slightly. Bura's cheeks flamed up and she quickened her steps.
Some of her friends waved at them and she waved back, but the cheerleaders spotted them and began whispering quickly and pointing.
"Can we walk faster?" She hissed to both of them as she sped up her pace and went to the entrance of the school.
Silas and Titus caught up easily and the three of them made it as soon as the morning bell rang its mocking ring.
*~*~*~*~***~~~***
Science Class:
Bura daydreamed lazily as she heard the scuffling of Silas and Titus' pencils quickly taking down the chemistry notes.
She looked at Silas, he was so focussed, his dark hair covering his eyes and he wrote furiously as the teacher droned on her lecture.
A knock suddenly stopped both Bura's daydreaming and the scuffling of Titus' and Silas' pencils.
Mrs. Chanis turned and gasped in both surprise and delight.
"Oh! Why, it's our new student!" She went over, arms outstretched as she greeted an awkward boy.
He was dressed plainly, his black hair neatly gelled, his baggy jeans and shirt gave him a street look, and his face unreadable.
Bura looked up and caught his eye. Something in her stirred, a twinging feeling. It was love at first sight.
He seemed to notice her and smiled.
Mrs. Chanis shook his hand quickly, brought him to the center of the class and introduced him.
"Class, this is Goten Son. He's come here from Sir Charles Simpson High. Please, make him feel welcome!"
Goten looked around the class and stared right back at the curious faces. He spotted Bura again and grinned even wider. He walked down her aisle and sat in the desk beside her.
Bura noticed the hairs of Titus' neck had risen and that Silas tensed up. Her two guards quickly exchanged suspicious looks and speedily glanced at Goten.
That class, at first, felt like it carried on forever, but with this new dark stranger, to Bura, it felt like a dream.
Lunch:
Bura plopped down beside her locker and took out her sandwich. Titus and Silas sat down, took out their neatly packed sandwiches and ate in neat little bites while Bura gobbled hers up.
They didn't really talk, but heads turned as they heard the nearing of footsteps.
"Hey", Goten greeted as he sat down beside Bura.
Titus and Silas ignored him, but watched his every move carefully. But Bura welcomed him warmly by smiling.
"I never got to know your name." He continued.
"It's-----" She was suddenly interrupted when Titus' hand flew up and covered her mouth, made her stand up and walked away to the water fountain.
Goten looked startled. Silas raised an eyebrow, stood up as well, but knew that this was expected.
Bura bit Titus' hand, hard. Titus ignored the pain and kept his hand firmly on her mouth until they got out of sight of Silas and Goten.
"Titus! What the hell are you doing?" She said as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the water fountain.
Titus looked around quickly and then bowed his head respectfully.
"Silas and I have strong suspicions about Goten."
Bura broke into a chuckle; then it turned doubled down in laughter, causing heads to turn.
She gasped for air, "you and Silas think that he's the enemy?" She punched him playfully and began to walk back when Titus grabbed her shoulder.
He pulled himself up behind her. "Death is no laughing matter." He whispered into her ear.
Bura's eyes flashed angrily as she turned on him.
"What would you know about death?"
Titus was taken back, and he closed his eyes patiently.
"You do not know everything about me, Princess."
Suddenly, the faint sound of screaming began to haunt Titus again. Only he could hear it now. The cries of his parents and little sister etched themselves painfully into this brain.
He was only eight years old, and their family's shoe shop was being burned down. A random crime. He was sleeping soundly in his bed, it was a hot summer night so he had kicked his covers off of his bed.
His baby sister first began to cry; then he woke up to both the shattering of glass and Mabel's cries. Titus was scared, so he hid under his pillow and started whimpering. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to go to sleep and wake up to mommy and daddy's hugs.
His eyes closed tighter as he heard unknown voices yelling, then those voices joined in a haunting aria of his parents death screams as they were slaughtered to death. They never entered his room, luckily, he was sleeping in the garret.
He then had felt a smoldering heat come across him. His parents had stopped screaming and now the house was dead quiet. He got out of his bed and ran to the small window of the attic.
Fire. It engulfed the entire section of the main floor and was climbing its thirsty claws up to him. The calm stars seemed to dance mockingly to the fire's crackle and the fire was singing. Escape kept flashing through his mind. Titus blinked back his burning tears and threw himself out of the window.
It was all a haze. As the glances of trees and stars swirled around him when he finally landed in a bush of berries.
He heard his neighbor's voices as he saw them run towards him and his burning house.
Then the world went black.
Since then, his eyes never seemed to have that young look any more. And many people, including his trainer commented that he had an old head on a set of young shoulders.
And the same question clawed at his mind ever since: why?
From then on, he swore to the heavens that he would avenge the blood shed. The thirst of revenge seeped into his heart, dripping with red liquid. He wanted to find the killers.
Stop.
Bura shook slightly; Titus' eyes were scaring her. She had never gotten so close to a call like this before, but with the deep set anger flickering in his eyes; they frightened her.
"Titus, are you, are you alright?"
Titus lifted his head slowly and flipped his hair from his eyes.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Just don't get your self too involved with this guy. Don't get too involved with anyone."
Bura smiled gently and walked back to their lunch spot.
Goten felt uncomfortable. That seemed uncalled for and sudden. He saw her coming back and relaxed. He looked up at Silas and felt a coldness coming from him.
Silas looked right back at him and Goten turned away quickly.
Bura sat down slowly and her guards kept their eyes on Goten.
She flipped her hair and flashed Goten a smile.
"It's Bura."
Author's note:
Hey! What did you all think of that? I hope you enjoyed it. I'll really appreciate some reviews from you people! I know some ppl don't even bother putting on reviews (MAYBE CAUSE YOU'RE LAZY! HAHAH!), but please feel free to comment.
