A/N- Here's number five! Sorry it took so long.... my reviewer doesn't get the mail for a while....oh, well. So...Read on! Oh, and I've revised 'Ohayoo', so...read it!
Disclaimer- I don't own the frickin' shows! You know I don't! Why should I keep doin' this!?! (MOO!!!)
Warnings- A little OOC for Juu-nana and Juu-hachi...but I think they are a little softer with each other, being that they are siblings.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Last chapter:
"Look, Juu-nana-gou, I hate you, I despise you, and I will never change that, but I was trying to act a little human here! I owed you an apology for being cruel! Two wrongs don't make a right, you know."
"But four rights will get you back to where you started."
Shinju blinked, then smiled sadly. "Yes, they will."
"Sit back down, wench. Your temper isn't needed here."
She did, and they passed the rest of their time in silence, sitting side by side as the sun went down.
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Four Corners Chapter 5
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Trunks growled as his mother tried to put a cold cloth on his forehead. He slapped it out of her hands. "Leave me alone, I don't need to be pampered like a little three-year-old!"
A soft, familiar laugh came from the doorway. "Well, if you'd stop acting like a three-year-old, we'd stop treating you like one!"
Buruma giggled. "Hai. He's so much like his father."
Trunks snorted, and Sakura looked over at Buruma, wide-eyed. "Honto ni? Vejita-san? He's very famous, ne?"
"Hai," Trunks glared at her, "And he was one of the first to fall at the hands of your kind."
Sakura's smile dissolved, and her gaze drifted down to the floor. "Gomen ne. I didn't mean to kill your father."
Trunks gave her a strange look. "You didn't kill my father."
"Oh no? That's what it sounds like. That's what you always say."
"I say your KIND."
"EXACTLY. My KIND. Not ME. I didn't kill your father. THEY did. Now stop taking all your anger out on me."
Trunks just sat up, mouth open, ready to say something. But he couldn't think of that something to say. Buruma laughed as he just 'hmph'ed' and sat back, arms folded, and a scowl on his face. "Yes, so much like his father." She picked up an empty bowl from his breakfast and started out. Right before she left she turned. "He'd never admit when he was wrong."
And she left. Trunks growled. "Great. Look at that. You've even managed to turn my mother against me."
"Trunks-san, I didn't do anything but get in the way when Gohan-sensei-"
"Don't call him that. I'm the only one who can call him that."
"He let's me call him whatever I please."
"Because you're a girl. He likes you. I can tell." Trunks raised cold eyes to her warm ones. "I don't know how you did it. You've fooled everyone. Except for me. I'm the only one who can tell what you're doing. I'll have to keep an eye on you."
"I'm not doing anything, I swear!"
Trunks snorted, turning his head away. "You know...." He looked back at the sound of her voice.
"....My father was killed by those two, as well. And my mother, and my brother, and everyone else I held dear. I can't remember much before it, but in my dreams, I can see them. My father, tall, handsome. He had brown hair and kind eyes that saw everything. He was a teacher. My mother, sweet, curious. She had black hair and beautiful eyes that could make anyone feel better. My brother, teasing, protective. He had my mother's hair and eyes, with a twist that could make you feel safe. My friends, all gone. Tomoyo, Naoko, Chiharu, Rika....Syaoran." She trailed off. "I can never remember my family's name's, or even most of my friends. Sometimes I can see them in my mind, sometimes I hear them. But lately...lately I've been forgetting...and I never want to forget. I just can't stop it."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "You've got to stop being this way, Trunks-san! I have never done anything to harm you! You aren't the only one in this world who's lost people! And maybe, just maybe, we're more alike than you think!"
Trunks smirked. "How can I be like some leftover piece of tin with no family?"
Sakura gasped. "How...how DARE you? I have tried and tried to make you understand...I've tried to be your friend, to be your student, to be you SISTER! And you just push me away! All I've ever wanted is a family who loves me, who would never leave me the way they did! Why can't you understand that?"
Trunks made no reply, just gazed at her coldly. She sighed. "You should rest, you still look very ill. Oyasumi, Trunks-kun."
She left before Trunks could object to this endearment. Trunks laid back and thought about what she had said. She was jinzouningen...yet she had family and friends whom she loved. She loved at all, that was strange. Trunks had been raised to understand that all jinzouningen were ruthless, cold killing machines with no emotions whatsoever. So how did this one become different.
He rolled over, thinking about the jinzouningen girl. She was pretty, but then, so was Juu-hachi-gou. Cyborgs generally looked perfect when modeled from humans.....
Of course! She had once been human....so of course she would have emotions. A left over piece of her past, perhaps, like when you wax your car and miss a spot. Gero wasn't known for creating perfect beings. Juu-nana-gou and Juu-hachi-gou, with their horrid rebellious streak had proven this.
Trunks rolled to his other side, contemplating this. Sakura was...different, different from any cyborg...different from any girl. She was young, his age, maybe, and very innocent-looking. Innocent....he could tell from looking at her that she had never killed anyone. Of course, that doesn't mean she could never start. But still.....
Maybe she was normal. Like him, even. She had lost everything she loved, and yet she still managed to see good in everyone, in everything. She was much wiser than even Gohan. She had a sense of humor. She was kind, and good. But she was a jinzouningen. She might turn on them. She could be lying low until the opportunity struck.....
Trunks fell asleep, still mulling over things.
Juu-nana-gou walked back down to the lake at sunset. Soon after, he was joined by Shinju. She sat beside him, and they stayed that way until all of the stars were visible. Then she stood and left, not even saying goodbye. Soon after, Juu-nana went inside.
Juu-hachi was sitting in the living room, watching television.
"Where were you?"
"By the lake. Why, were you worried?"
"Well, with that little pipsqueak out there, who wouldn't be."
"I seem to recall a time when we were like 'that pipsqueak'. Remember? You couldn't be out after dark, the jinzouningen might go get you. We were like scary stories to tell around a campfire. Like bogeymen."
"Or bogeywomen."
"Bogeypeople, then."
Juu-hachi was silent as Juu-nana began to make himself rice. He had grown to accept, even like the food. Then she spoke, her tone a little edgy.
"Why do you keep going down there?"
"Where?"
"To the lake, baka. You've been going down there every day for two weeks."
"It's nice."
Juu-hachi stood. "You go to see her, don't you."
Juu-nana made no movement to aknowledge the question, except to shrug. Juu-hachi went over and yanked the pot of boiling water from his hands. It splashed over their feet, but they didn't notice. "Juu-nana, why do you keep going down there? Is she there?"
Juu-nana nodded. Juu-hachi glared at him. "Juu-nana, she's our enemy. What are you doing with HER?"
"Everyone is our enemy, Juu-hachi. Our victims, our toys, our enemies. Maybe I enjoy just having a companion who doesn't live to shop for once."
Juu-hachi threw the pot against the wall. "What can that brat be that I can't! She's trying to kill us, Juu-nana! How could you do this! That bitch has beat you near death many times! And yet you insist on being soft with her! I've seen you down there with her, twice!"
"Then why did you ask?"
"Why did you lie?"
"When did I lie?"
Juu-hachi looked at him a moment, then whirled away. Juu-nana sighed, then bent down to pick the rice up off the tiles. "Juu-hachi, come down with me tomorrow."
"WHAT!?!"
"Just come down. You don't have to be nice, but try not to hurt her, okay?"
"Try not to hurt her!?! Juu-nana, what's gotten into you!?!"
Juu-nana didn't answer. Juu-hachi grabbed his wrist. "Juu-nana.....you've fallen for her, haven't you. You...you love her."
"Iie. I can't love, remember?"
"Juu-nana......listen, if you really feel that way....maybe I can try not to injure her...too much....in our next battle, okay?"
Juu-nana nodded. "Come with me to the lake tomorrow?"
"......I suppose."
END CHAPTER 5:
Oooh! Wow! Juu-hachi knows! Now she's gettin' mad! How will she react to another woman in her bro's life? Will she honor her brother's decisions? Is she right, is this love? What about poor Shinju? Is she just an innocent young girl caught up in the scheme of things? Will Trunks and Sakura become friends? DOES Gohan have a thing for the younger girl? Read and find out!
Baibai!
Juunanaz_gal
hi went over and yanked the pot of boiling water from his hands. It splashed over their feet, but they didn't notice. "Juu-na
Disclaimer- I don't own the frickin' shows! You know I don't! Why should I keep doin' this!?! (MOO!!!)
Warnings- A little OOC for Juu-nana and Juu-hachi...but I think they are a little softer with each other, being that they are siblings.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Last chapter:
"Look, Juu-nana-gou, I hate you, I despise you, and I will never change that, but I was trying to act a little human here! I owed you an apology for being cruel! Two wrongs don't make a right, you know."
"But four rights will get you back to where you started."
Shinju blinked, then smiled sadly. "Yes, they will."
"Sit back down, wench. Your temper isn't needed here."
She did, and they passed the rest of their time in silence, sitting side by side as the sun went down.
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Four Corners Chapter 5
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Trunks growled as his mother tried to put a cold cloth on his forehead. He slapped it out of her hands. "Leave me alone, I don't need to be pampered like a little three-year-old!"
A soft, familiar laugh came from the doorway. "Well, if you'd stop acting like a three-year-old, we'd stop treating you like one!"
Buruma giggled. "Hai. He's so much like his father."
Trunks snorted, and Sakura looked over at Buruma, wide-eyed. "Honto ni? Vejita-san? He's very famous, ne?"
"Hai," Trunks glared at her, "And he was one of the first to fall at the hands of your kind."
Sakura's smile dissolved, and her gaze drifted down to the floor. "Gomen ne. I didn't mean to kill your father."
Trunks gave her a strange look. "You didn't kill my father."
"Oh no? That's what it sounds like. That's what you always say."
"I say your KIND."
"EXACTLY. My KIND. Not ME. I didn't kill your father. THEY did. Now stop taking all your anger out on me."
Trunks just sat up, mouth open, ready to say something. But he couldn't think of that something to say. Buruma laughed as he just 'hmph'ed' and sat back, arms folded, and a scowl on his face. "Yes, so much like his father." She picked up an empty bowl from his breakfast and started out. Right before she left she turned. "He'd never admit when he was wrong."
And she left. Trunks growled. "Great. Look at that. You've even managed to turn my mother against me."
"Trunks-san, I didn't do anything but get in the way when Gohan-sensei-"
"Don't call him that. I'm the only one who can call him that."
"He let's me call him whatever I please."
"Because you're a girl. He likes you. I can tell." Trunks raised cold eyes to her warm ones. "I don't know how you did it. You've fooled everyone. Except for me. I'm the only one who can tell what you're doing. I'll have to keep an eye on you."
"I'm not doing anything, I swear!"
Trunks snorted, turning his head away. "You know...." He looked back at the sound of her voice.
"....My father was killed by those two, as well. And my mother, and my brother, and everyone else I held dear. I can't remember much before it, but in my dreams, I can see them. My father, tall, handsome. He had brown hair and kind eyes that saw everything. He was a teacher. My mother, sweet, curious. She had black hair and beautiful eyes that could make anyone feel better. My brother, teasing, protective. He had my mother's hair and eyes, with a twist that could make you feel safe. My friends, all gone. Tomoyo, Naoko, Chiharu, Rika....Syaoran." She trailed off. "I can never remember my family's name's, or even most of my friends. Sometimes I can see them in my mind, sometimes I hear them. But lately...lately I've been forgetting...and I never want to forget. I just can't stop it."
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "You've got to stop being this way, Trunks-san! I have never done anything to harm you! You aren't the only one in this world who's lost people! And maybe, just maybe, we're more alike than you think!"
Trunks smirked. "How can I be like some leftover piece of tin with no family?"
Sakura gasped. "How...how DARE you? I have tried and tried to make you understand...I've tried to be your friend, to be your student, to be you SISTER! And you just push me away! All I've ever wanted is a family who loves me, who would never leave me the way they did! Why can't you understand that?"
Trunks made no reply, just gazed at her coldly. She sighed. "You should rest, you still look very ill. Oyasumi, Trunks-kun."
She left before Trunks could object to this endearment. Trunks laid back and thought about what she had said. She was jinzouningen...yet she had family and friends whom she loved. She loved at all, that was strange. Trunks had been raised to understand that all jinzouningen were ruthless, cold killing machines with no emotions whatsoever. So how did this one become different.
He rolled over, thinking about the jinzouningen girl. She was pretty, but then, so was Juu-hachi-gou. Cyborgs generally looked perfect when modeled from humans.....
Of course! She had once been human....so of course she would have emotions. A left over piece of her past, perhaps, like when you wax your car and miss a spot. Gero wasn't known for creating perfect beings. Juu-nana-gou and Juu-hachi-gou, with their horrid rebellious streak had proven this.
Trunks rolled to his other side, contemplating this. Sakura was...different, different from any cyborg...different from any girl. She was young, his age, maybe, and very innocent-looking. Innocent....he could tell from looking at her that she had never killed anyone. Of course, that doesn't mean she could never start. But still.....
Maybe she was normal. Like him, even. She had lost everything she loved, and yet she still managed to see good in everyone, in everything. She was much wiser than even Gohan. She had a sense of humor. She was kind, and good. But she was a jinzouningen. She might turn on them. She could be lying low until the opportunity struck.....
Trunks fell asleep, still mulling over things.
Juu-nana-gou walked back down to the lake at sunset. Soon after, he was joined by Shinju. She sat beside him, and they stayed that way until all of the stars were visible. Then she stood and left, not even saying goodbye. Soon after, Juu-nana went inside.
Juu-hachi was sitting in the living room, watching television.
"Where were you?"
"By the lake. Why, were you worried?"
"Well, with that little pipsqueak out there, who wouldn't be."
"I seem to recall a time when we were like 'that pipsqueak'. Remember? You couldn't be out after dark, the jinzouningen might go get you. We were like scary stories to tell around a campfire. Like bogeymen."
"Or bogeywomen."
"Bogeypeople, then."
Juu-hachi was silent as Juu-nana began to make himself rice. He had grown to accept, even like the food. Then she spoke, her tone a little edgy.
"Why do you keep going down there?"
"Where?"
"To the lake, baka. You've been going down there every day for two weeks."
"It's nice."
Juu-hachi stood. "You go to see her, don't you."
Juu-nana made no movement to aknowledge the question, except to shrug. Juu-hachi went over and yanked the pot of boiling water from his hands. It splashed over their feet, but they didn't notice. "Juu-nana, why do you keep going down there? Is she there?"
Juu-nana nodded. Juu-hachi glared at him. "Juu-nana, she's our enemy. What are you doing with HER?"
"Everyone is our enemy, Juu-hachi. Our victims, our toys, our enemies. Maybe I enjoy just having a companion who doesn't live to shop for once."
Juu-hachi threw the pot against the wall. "What can that brat be that I can't! She's trying to kill us, Juu-nana! How could you do this! That bitch has beat you near death many times! And yet you insist on being soft with her! I've seen you down there with her, twice!"
"Then why did you ask?"
"Why did you lie?"
"When did I lie?"
Juu-hachi looked at him a moment, then whirled away. Juu-nana sighed, then bent down to pick the rice up off the tiles. "Juu-hachi, come down with me tomorrow."
"WHAT!?!"
"Just come down. You don't have to be nice, but try not to hurt her, okay?"
"Try not to hurt her!?! Juu-nana, what's gotten into you!?!"
Juu-nana didn't answer. Juu-hachi grabbed his wrist. "Juu-nana.....you've fallen for her, haven't you. You...you love her."
"Iie. I can't love, remember?"
"Juu-nana......listen, if you really feel that way....maybe I can try not to injure her...too much....in our next battle, okay?"
Juu-nana nodded. "Come with me to the lake tomorrow?"
"......I suppose."
END CHAPTER 5:
Oooh! Wow! Juu-hachi knows! Now she's gettin' mad! How will she react to another woman in her bro's life? Will she honor her brother's decisions? Is she right, is this love? What about poor Shinju? Is she just an innocent young girl caught up in the scheme of things? Will Trunks and Sakura become friends? DOES Gohan have a thing for the younger girl? Read and find out!
Baibai!
Juunanaz_gal
hi went over and yanked the pot of boiling water from his hands. It splashed over their feet, but they didn't notice. "Juu-na