Bura held Goten's hand dreamily.
She was in love all over again. Part love, part revenge against Titus.
Goten led her to a small, remote park near a brand new memorial one. Bura shuddered a bit as she glanced at the tombstones. Goten didn't seem to notice her uneasiness and led her further into the flower covered park. It seemed odd, why would he take her to a smaller park near the larger one, the more elaborate one when a street only separated the two?
"You know, I don't live with my parents." He said.
Bura looked at him. "Huh?"
"When I was really young, my parents died in a horrible accident." Goten looked at the ground.
"And my older brother's been taking care of me ever since. He, he's always been a trouble maker."
Bura was embarrassed. She felt so sorry for him, how could Titus and Silas ever imagine such a sweet guy was somebody lethal?
"I remember this one time," he continued. "He was only eleven and in a gang. And he took me with him on one of the gang's 'initians."
He glanced at his arm. He lifted up his sleeve and showed her a burn mark. It was large and a squiggly circle.
"I was the one that lighted the match to start the fire." He whispered.
Bura's eyes softened and felt his burn with her hand, her fingers tracing the shape. His skin was so warm and he smelled so sweet.
"I hope you didn't hurt your self any more than that or hurt any one else that night." She said sympathetically.
Goten lifted his jet black eyes to hers and kept her blue eyes aligned with his.
He dropped his eyes and ignored her last words.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta waited patiently for the messenger to come back. He appeared suddenly, with out any sound or previous movement. Dressed in all black, he rushed in front of the Prince's eyes like dark rain.
He bowed and waited for Vegeta's acknowledgement.
"What have you seen so far?" Vegeta demanded softly.
The dark spy kept his head down and began to speak.
"The guards are sinking lower in rank as we speak. As soon as I distracted them, the princess was able to leave. She has even escaped in the middle of the night with out them noticing." His voice was rushed and husky.
Vegeta nodded thoughtfully.
"Where is she now?"
The Spy cringed. He hated bring news like this. "She is out there with some one unknown. But," he added quickly before Vegeta could react. "We believe that we know where she is."
Vegeta turned and left the room without saying anything.
The spy sighed in relief, stood up and left the house swiftly. As he ran past the houses and through the lonely streets, he looked up to the blue sky and cursed.
"Do your jobs, Titus and Silas. Or your blood will be in my hands."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus sped up his running pace and had a tired Silas behind him. Titus slowed down and waited for him.
"Hurry up, you have to show me where he lives!" He growled through his teeth as he listened to Silas' pants and complaints.
Silas quickened his pace, pushed harder on his muscles and got slightly in lead of Titus. "I, I think we have to turn right once we get to King's Boulevard and he lives in a large beige house." He told Titus breathlessly.
Titus ignored his aching feet and pressed harder in his run.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten led Bura through the park calmly; letting the spring hair tousle her cloud-like hair and the crisp smell of sakuras fill their noses.
"I'm so glad we're here together----alone." Bura said dreamily, looking behind her shoulder nervously.
Goten nodded, he looked at the graveyard beside the petal sprinkled park and glanced at Bura.
"I hope the funeral park near this one doesn't bother you."
Bura squeezed his hand happily and cuddled close to him.
"As long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything."
Goten didn't smile back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus and Silas turned sharply to a corner, spotted the large beige house and ran to the doorway. Titus paused a while to catch his breath and also waited for Silas to do the same.
"Is he home?" Titus asked quietly, observing the structure of the building and analyzing the escape routes and hiding areas.
Silas crept up against the door and listened. He closed his eyes and didn't breathe. Titus stood still and waited patiently for him.
Silas opened his eyes slowly, stood away from the passageway and sighed.
"Damn."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten clutched Bura's hand a little too firmly.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed, taking her hand out quickly.
Goten blinked suddenly and rubbed his chin. "Sorry, I, I was just thinking."
Bura smiled sympathetically and nodded. Goten smiled back and led them to the small plant infested path that would lead them to the graveyard. Bura cocked her head to one side, curious by his action.
"Um..." She began, a bit nervous. Cemeteries always made her uneasy. She never knew why. Maybe it was because of the fact that they would be walking over dead bodies. And maybe it was because the phantoms of various funerals would haunt her.
She didn't say anything and continued to let him lead her further through the cemetery.
Goten and her passed the various sized tombstones. Bura scanned over some and did some quick calculating of each member's age. She ignored the fact that Goten's breathing was shallow and his firm grip on her had tightened.
He saw a tall cross-dubbed stone and led her to it. They stood in front of it, wordless. Bura examined it carefully. It read: "RIP George Bloomfield." And the year underneath it was covered by messy shrubs. It was gray and chipped at the edges. Probably the result of some reckless kids coming in during Halloween and throwing wild parties there.
Bura glanced quickly at Goten. He looked overly tense and he was concentrating hard on the stone. She felt nervous being around him now. Something wasn't right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus slammed his hand on the door repeatedly. His face was an angry crimson and he was sweating. Silas stepped back and watched him. He waited for Titus to calm down, then approached him.
He put one hand on his shoulder. Titus raised his tired and blood shot eyes to him.
"Yeah?"
"They might be in the park again." Silas suggested hopefully.
Titus put his head back down and began to think.
"Yeah."
The two raced down to the park. When they got there and saw that Bura and Goten were not there, they decided to spilt to search for them and would contact each other through there cellphone watches.
Titus ran to the small park across the street and scanned over it quickly. He didn't see anything, so he searched on the opposite side of where Bura and Goten were. Silas took the job of looking through the entire large park, where he confused a couple for being Bura and Goten and had a dog do his 'business' on him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten looked behind his shoulder quickly, he saw Titus and stepped to a side.
Bura shifted her arm uncomfortably. She was cold on this unusually warm day.
Goten needed to do this. He needed to do this before anyone would catch him. The graveyard was deserted, with only crows as witnesses.
He dived to the tall stone and pulled Bura with him. They leaned, side by side on the stone. Bura shuddered and was bewildered.
"Goten, what are you doing?"
Goten glared at her, his cold black eyes freezing her warm blue ones.
He pushed her against the stone and stared at her, not speaking. He slowly reached into his pocked and revealed a small, knife.
The blade glistened, its handle was carved with pictures of ancient dragons and it was painted red and gold. Bura stared at the hand holding the knife. It was tense and shaking slightly.
She couldn't speak; she was frozen in fear. Was this the same Goten she had fallen in love with? It couldn't be. She thought as she felt something burning rise into her eyes. It slid down past her cheeks, leaving a sweet, painful aftermath.
"No, Goten." She whispered through her tears.
Goten closed his eyes. He wished that when he had gotten to know her that they wouldn't bond like this. But they took it too far; SHE took it too far. He tried reasoning. He slowly held the glinting blade to her neck, against her creamy white complexion. She began to take in quick, shallow breaths as she felt the cold and mocking blade against her neck.
Goten opened his black eyes and looked into hers. His wavy black hair moved in the cold wind. Bura held his gaze. She was mesmerized. Like when a snake enchants his prey before devouring it.
She grasped the grass underneath her fingers; they cut into her delicate hand like little swords. She leaned her head back onto the cold stone, wishing that the phantoms would come and take her life there and then.
Goten's eyes glazed over with ice.
"Princess," he finally said huskily.
"I am your assassin."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note:
Hello! I am in desperate need of reviews, so please review this chappy (pity me) before I lose my mind!
She was in love all over again. Part love, part revenge against Titus.
Goten led her to a small, remote park near a brand new memorial one. Bura shuddered a bit as she glanced at the tombstones. Goten didn't seem to notice her uneasiness and led her further into the flower covered park. It seemed odd, why would he take her to a smaller park near the larger one, the more elaborate one when a street only separated the two?
"You know, I don't live with my parents." He said.
Bura looked at him. "Huh?"
"When I was really young, my parents died in a horrible accident." Goten looked at the ground.
"And my older brother's been taking care of me ever since. He, he's always been a trouble maker."
Bura was embarrassed. She felt so sorry for him, how could Titus and Silas ever imagine such a sweet guy was somebody lethal?
"I remember this one time," he continued. "He was only eleven and in a gang. And he took me with him on one of the gang's 'initians."
He glanced at his arm. He lifted up his sleeve and showed her a burn mark. It was large and a squiggly circle.
"I was the one that lighted the match to start the fire." He whispered.
Bura's eyes softened and felt his burn with her hand, her fingers tracing the shape. His skin was so warm and he smelled so sweet.
"I hope you didn't hurt your self any more than that or hurt any one else that night." She said sympathetically.
Goten lifted his jet black eyes to hers and kept her blue eyes aligned with his.
He dropped his eyes and ignored her last words.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta waited patiently for the messenger to come back. He appeared suddenly, with out any sound or previous movement. Dressed in all black, he rushed in front of the Prince's eyes like dark rain.
He bowed and waited for Vegeta's acknowledgement.
"What have you seen so far?" Vegeta demanded softly.
The dark spy kept his head down and began to speak.
"The guards are sinking lower in rank as we speak. As soon as I distracted them, the princess was able to leave. She has even escaped in the middle of the night with out them noticing." His voice was rushed and husky.
Vegeta nodded thoughtfully.
"Where is she now?"
The Spy cringed. He hated bring news like this. "She is out there with some one unknown. But," he added quickly before Vegeta could react. "We believe that we know where she is."
Vegeta turned and left the room without saying anything.
The spy sighed in relief, stood up and left the house swiftly. As he ran past the houses and through the lonely streets, he looked up to the blue sky and cursed.
"Do your jobs, Titus and Silas. Or your blood will be in my hands."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus sped up his running pace and had a tired Silas behind him. Titus slowed down and waited for him.
"Hurry up, you have to show me where he lives!" He growled through his teeth as he listened to Silas' pants and complaints.
Silas quickened his pace, pushed harder on his muscles and got slightly in lead of Titus. "I, I think we have to turn right once we get to King's Boulevard and he lives in a large beige house." He told Titus breathlessly.
Titus ignored his aching feet and pressed harder in his run.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten led Bura through the park calmly; letting the spring hair tousle her cloud-like hair and the crisp smell of sakuras fill their noses.
"I'm so glad we're here together----alone." Bura said dreamily, looking behind her shoulder nervously.
Goten nodded, he looked at the graveyard beside the petal sprinkled park and glanced at Bura.
"I hope the funeral park near this one doesn't bother you."
Bura squeezed his hand happily and cuddled close to him.
"As long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything."
Goten didn't smile back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus and Silas turned sharply to a corner, spotted the large beige house and ran to the doorway. Titus paused a while to catch his breath and also waited for Silas to do the same.
"Is he home?" Titus asked quietly, observing the structure of the building and analyzing the escape routes and hiding areas.
Silas crept up against the door and listened. He closed his eyes and didn't breathe. Titus stood still and waited patiently for him.
Silas opened his eyes slowly, stood away from the passageway and sighed.
"Damn."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten clutched Bura's hand a little too firmly.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed, taking her hand out quickly.
Goten blinked suddenly and rubbed his chin. "Sorry, I, I was just thinking."
Bura smiled sympathetically and nodded. Goten smiled back and led them to the small plant infested path that would lead them to the graveyard. Bura cocked her head to one side, curious by his action.
"Um..." She began, a bit nervous. Cemeteries always made her uneasy. She never knew why. Maybe it was because of the fact that they would be walking over dead bodies. And maybe it was because the phantoms of various funerals would haunt her.
She didn't say anything and continued to let him lead her further through the cemetery.
Goten and her passed the various sized tombstones. Bura scanned over some and did some quick calculating of each member's age. She ignored the fact that Goten's breathing was shallow and his firm grip on her had tightened.
He saw a tall cross-dubbed stone and led her to it. They stood in front of it, wordless. Bura examined it carefully. It read: "RIP George Bloomfield." And the year underneath it was covered by messy shrubs. It was gray and chipped at the edges. Probably the result of some reckless kids coming in during Halloween and throwing wild parties there.
Bura glanced quickly at Goten. He looked overly tense and he was concentrating hard on the stone. She felt nervous being around him now. Something wasn't right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus slammed his hand on the door repeatedly. His face was an angry crimson and he was sweating. Silas stepped back and watched him. He waited for Titus to calm down, then approached him.
He put one hand on his shoulder. Titus raised his tired and blood shot eyes to him.
"Yeah?"
"They might be in the park again." Silas suggested hopefully.
Titus put his head back down and began to think.
"Yeah."
The two raced down to the park. When they got there and saw that Bura and Goten were not there, they decided to spilt to search for them and would contact each other through there cellphone watches.
Titus ran to the small park across the street and scanned over it quickly. He didn't see anything, so he searched on the opposite side of where Bura and Goten were. Silas took the job of looking through the entire large park, where he confused a couple for being Bura and Goten and had a dog do his 'business' on him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goten looked behind his shoulder quickly, he saw Titus and stepped to a side.
Bura shifted her arm uncomfortably. She was cold on this unusually warm day.
Goten needed to do this. He needed to do this before anyone would catch him. The graveyard was deserted, with only crows as witnesses.
He dived to the tall stone and pulled Bura with him. They leaned, side by side on the stone. Bura shuddered and was bewildered.
"Goten, what are you doing?"
Goten glared at her, his cold black eyes freezing her warm blue ones.
He pushed her against the stone and stared at her, not speaking. He slowly reached into his pocked and revealed a small, knife.
The blade glistened, its handle was carved with pictures of ancient dragons and it was painted red and gold. Bura stared at the hand holding the knife. It was tense and shaking slightly.
She couldn't speak; she was frozen in fear. Was this the same Goten she had fallen in love with? It couldn't be. She thought as she felt something burning rise into her eyes. It slid down past her cheeks, leaving a sweet, painful aftermath.
"No, Goten." She whispered through her tears.
Goten closed his eyes. He wished that when he had gotten to know her that they wouldn't bond like this. But they took it too far; SHE took it too far. He tried reasoning. He slowly held the glinting blade to her neck, against her creamy white complexion. She began to take in quick, shallow breaths as she felt the cold and mocking blade against her neck.
Goten opened his black eyes and looked into hers. His wavy black hair moved in the cold wind. Bura held his gaze. She was mesmerized. Like when a snake enchants his prey before devouring it.
She grasped the grass underneath her fingers; they cut into her delicate hand like little swords. She leaned her head back onto the cold stone, wishing that the phantoms would come and take her life there and then.
Goten's eyes glazed over with ice.
"Princess," he finally said huskily.
"I am your assassin."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note:
Hello! I am in desperate need of reviews, so please review this chappy (pity me) before I lose my mind!
