In an attempt to develop the character of Kessho, I will write some of this chapter from her pov. Hope it helps. *cringe*
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Even after knowing him for so long, after finding out his deepest, and darkest secret, Trunks remains an enormous mystery to me. Perhaps he gets it from his father…he's always seemed to be the mysterious type. But I'm rambling.
It was only moments ago that Trunks told me in a few short words that he wouldn't leave me alone, but I know somehow that that promise will have large impact on my life; I can only hope that it's for the better. And how he changed my eyes…the feeling during that was inexplicable. The way his energy coursed through me, enveloping me…it was like making love spiritually. Just, beyond intimate.
In those few short moments, thousands of thoughts and feelings, his thoughts and feelings went through my mind, and I can't say that I liked everything I heard. Many things have disturbed me on a deeper level, I only hope that I can find a way to discuss even half of it with him.
So much pain, and guilt, I don't think I could ever carry that heavy a burden, or even help him with it. But with knowledge comes responsibility, and I know that I now shoulder some of that load whether I like it or not. Any misgivings I may have about it are quashed under the knowledge that I am relieving him of such a thing, and perhaps it is making his life better.
Trunks lay now on the bed beside me, his head in my lap. The television drones on to no one, I'm certainly not listening and Trunks is out cold. I hesitate to even call him my boyfriend, for I've always found the word too shallow for what we share. I know that I would marry this boy, no, this man if given the time and half a chance. I haven't a doubt in the world that he feels the same. He's been with me through the hardest time of my life, and I'll be damned if I'm not there with him through the toughest spot in his.
I can't believe it's been six years already, six since she died. My little sister, only five years old. My little Ashira…gods, I can still hardly believe it. Death has surrounded me for all these years, until now, when I feel as though I'm a part of it. I'm caught in the realization that if it weren't for her death, I would never have met Trunks, and yet I cannot be thankful for her passing, no matter what blessings came in the aftermath. Trunks was sent as an angel to get me through that time, a fellow twelve year old, in my school, where he was the most popular kid ever, I think. Even then, he seemed sad, quiet…withdrawn. Like he felt safer watching the world through glass, blocking his emotions. Or perhaps, perhaps he felt that the world was safer…
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"Miss Kessho Onega will be leaving us soon, to go to the states, correct Ms. Onega?" The girl nodded dumbly, only half-hearing the question. Her eyes stared straight ahead, intensely burning an invisible hole in the wall. The boy next to her watched her closely, bemusedly counting how many times she blinked per minute. So far she hadn't surpassed three in any sixty-second period.
Kessho's mind whirled at tornado speed, her thoughts a cyclone ravaging her sanity. Why? Why? WHY? The death of her sister was replayed continuously in her minds eye. The ball…the street…the car…why had she simply stood there? She should have run, run to help her—
"Kessho. Kessho! I asked you a question young lady; I would appreciate an answer. Ignoring people is very rude you know." The small blonde bristled within, but kept her face carefully smooth. She turned that focused gaze on the rotund teacher, and the elderly woman nearly drew back from that dead stare. "I…I was saying, where in the states will you be living?" The woman stuttered out.
"In Texas, to visit some distant relatives and friends of the family." A few of the more boisterous boys snickered, calling out jibes about Japan not being good enough for her, or that perhaps her family was falling apart, and she was being sent away, plus various other outrageous ideas. Most of the class caught the mood, joining in as tears threatened in the young girl's eyes and the teacher tried without result to quiet the children. Kessho searched fruitlessly around the room for one, just one non-hostile face, and her glance found prosperity in one silent boy who stared enigmatically at her. There was some heavy, sad emotion flickering in his blue gaze, which seemed to look straight through her. His bowl-cut lavender hair hung down over his forehead, casting an added shadow over his eyes.
She pleaded to him from across the room with her eyes, begging him to make the other children stop. He looked away, and she released a strangled moan before rising from her seat to stumble in a tear-blinded course towards the door, and out. Her feet didn't betray her as she was carried swiftly outdoors, out beyond the school premises and into a city park. Finding an old haunt of hers, she crawled into a stand of bushes, completely hidden from the world as she sobbed. She sensed movement beside her, and turned to see the same purple-headed boy seated silently beside her. She yelped in surprise, one hand clutching at her chest and the other over her mouth.
"Gods, Trunks, you scared me you stupid idiot!" She wiped her face of tears and he merely stared glumly at his feet.
"My reputation precedes me, I see."
"Everybody knows who you are—oh." She half-smiled, only now catching the mischievous glint in his eye. "Sorry, you just surprised me."
"I noticed…you're drooling…" Her eyes grew wide in horror, and she self-consciously wiped her chin finding it mysteriously dry. Trunks face broke into a wicked grin, and she glared at him, slapping him once on the arm. "I'm not either!"
His smile faded, though it didn't leave his eyes, and he looked thoughtfully off into nothing.
"Why are you here?" She questioned timidly, green eyes risking a glance at him as she wiped her wet cheeks, and their gazes locked.
"Because you are in pain…"
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"And now you are in pain…I'm here," Trunks, no longer asleep, but still laying with his head in my lap, turned to look up at me, an odd expression on his face.
"Thank you," he replied just as softly, and I leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Can we talk?" He questioned softly, and I furrowed my brow.
"Of course…"
"If we…if we had been together long enough…would you have married me? Had children with me?" he sat up to look at me, and it hurt to see the tinge of fear in his blue eyes. I smiled sadly, and laid a gentle hand on his cheek.
"I would give anything, anything to have that with you. I would bear your children now, if it weren't for…" He placed his hand over mine, and a quiet chuckle swept past his lips. He leaned over to kiss me, and it took me a moment to respond, altogether confused by his actions. His hand drifted down to splay on my stomach, and he paused in our kiss as he concentrated on…something, before continuing more fiercely than before. Reluctantly, I drew back to gather sweet oxygen into my lungs, and he smiled at me.
"That's good to hear…since you are pregnant." My mouth dropped open in shock…but how? It had been months since we'd seen each other, and then just last night…and how on earth would he know such a thing? I stared at him incredulously, and in dismay. But what if the child (assuming it even existed) was half-Saiyajin, like him? Simple genetics proved that it was possible, though not entirely likely. How could he have been this foolish? To place his own fate on another, one not even born yet? It was so cruel…I didn't understand…how could he ever do such a thing, and be happy about it? Surely he wasn't losing his mind already? Surely he wasn't…
Tears welled in my eyes, one drifted forlornly down my cheek…I don't believe it, surely it's some big joke…his mischievousness coming back with a vengeance…surely it wasn't true…
His expression changed to one of concern, and lack of understanding. He pulled me into his arms, and I stiffened, almost pulling away but unable to resist the warmth and comfort he gave me. One hand stroked my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my lower back. I sobbed once, and then again, causing him to kiss the top of my head.
"Shhh…it's okay. I talked to my mom already, she can prevent it, it won't happen to our daughter…"
"Daughter? How can you tell it's a she? How can you tell I'm even pregnant?" I managed, my voice breaking…I'd always wanted to have a daughter, someday.
"It's a she, because her enrgy signature has a feminine…feel to it. And you smell…different…like my mother did when she was pregnant with my sister. Only…it's intoxicating. No wonder my dad couldn't keep his hands off of Mom…" growling, he devoured my neck with soft lips and I felt the small stir of air as he seemed to draw deeply of my scent.
"A girl…a baby girl of our own." I sniffled, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck as he lay back on the bed with me partially on top of him. I barked a laugh. "My dad is going to murder me, oh my gods." I dissolved into giggles, imagining his reaction. Well, that could wait a while. I quieted when I realized that Trunks wasn't joining me in my mirth, merely looking off into the distance, deep in thought. I watched his mouth open and shut a few times, as he searched for words.
"I hope…I hope that I get to see her…"
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"So you'll be back tomorrow?" Kessho smiled softly, touching Trunks cheek with her fingertips.
"Probably…If not, Ill be sure to call you, 'kay? My dad is probably pissed as it is, abandoning him to unpacking alone…" He captured her lips in his; cutting off whatever else she might have said. Trunks' hand drifted down to her middle, stealthily getting a sense of their child. She pulled away regretfully, and turned and walked out the door to her car. Trunks waved once, and shut the door when she was out of sight.
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"I don't know…but could you just go get her?" I attempted to get Vegeta to go pick up Bra from her friends house, as it was nearing dinner time. Finally exasperated, he threw his hands into the air and stalked out. I could only roll my eyes at his back, somehow finding no pleasure in my victory. I searched through the cupboards fruitlessly for something to make for dinner, until my eyes landed on the number for take-out next to the phone. I wasn't up for cooking anyhow.
Trunks wandered into the kitchen, quietly informing me that Kessho had returned home. He sat down at the table as I picked up the phone to order the food. Making a mental note to myself to talk to him once I was done, I placed the order.
Ten minutes later (my family eats a lot, as you know) I sat across from him, bobbing my head about to make eye contact. He seemed…burdened…by something. Like he wanted to tell me something, but couldn't.
"What is it, hon'?" He opened his mouth as if to speak, then snapped it shut again, shaking his head once in self-disapproval. "You can talk to me…you know you can." He shook his head again.
"It's okay mom…nothing you need to worry about."
"Well if it's bothering you, maybe I can hel—" In the blink of an eye he was across the table, my chair was on the floor, and I was pinned to the wall by his hand encircling my neck. His grip tightened convulsively and I gasped for air as his other hand drew back, energy forming into a glowing orb within his palm. The look in his eyes was unseeing rage, an anger that knew no ally beside hate. Tears slid out of my eyes as realization hit me.
It was happening.
After so many years…so many years of waiting, praying that it wouldn't end like this, he was finally succumbing to his genetic makeup…and I was powerless to stop it.
"Trunks…don't…" I rasped through a narrowing airway in a voice that didn't sound my own. My words only served to anger him further, and his hand crept closer to my head, I could feel my skin begin to blister from the heat.
"Shut up, bitch," he growled, and I squeezed my eyes shut…no longer able to bear the pain of my crushed windpipe and burning face. I could hear my hair sizzle, and waited for the end…Vegeta holding an infant Bra popped into my mind, with a preteen Trunks looking on. Goku, as naïve an adult as he had been a child, with his arm wrapped around Chi-Chi, a four year old Gohan perched on his shoulders…Gohan…would I be seeing him soon? Would he greet me in the Otherworld? Vegeta, I'm sorr—
A deafening crash assaulted my ears, and I timidly opened my swollen eyes to see Trunks being propelled through our kitchen wall by his father.
I slid down the wall, and the world went black.
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You must admit, I've been going damn easy on y'all these past chapters, no cliffies or nothing! So here's my semi-cliffhanger…don't ya love em?
Alright y'all, tell me what you think of it so far! Or what you think will/should happen next! Or just tell me I suck! Cuz I don't care. You insulting my favorite story (amongst my own) won't affect me one bit, though it hasn't happened yet…
Constructive criticism welcome…did I give a little deeper perspective on Kessho? I still feel like she has no personality… *cries* I don't know what else to do with her…blech! I tried not to give her the 'original character who's freaking awesome but has a depressing past' thing…just gave her a past that really could have happened to anyone, G-d forbid! Anyhow, we'll get to more of her past with Trunks later…
Eps II baby! Hells yes! I went and bought it. Alone. Cuz I have my license!!! YES!