*Snorts* Hehe, I was suppose to post this yesterday round midnight but coz
I didn't want to wake the entire household, I decided to post it today.
Hanei's Scribbla
[Caer] :*Phew... Glad you like it ^^
[Demon master] : Dragon muses? No!!! All right, all right, here's the continuation so enjoy~
[Gokugurl] : Aw... you're making me blush to the roots of my hair. I'm not that great. Ur fic lah more Wow~
[Tri] : Kawaii? I was hoping it was more like dark and all but thx anyway!
[stresser] : Arigatou! I'm feeling better now. I just get moody and stuff when thinking of a particular something. Ohya~ 3 Unfinished story. I think I'll get 'Little Heaven' finished first then 'Mr Goku..' and then...hm..i dunno if got time to write on TMK coz guess wat?? I found myself a temporary job for the holidays. ^^ Oo, and to your previous question, I'm a chinese ^^
[cutie-pie16] : Ah.. It won't be cute for long ^o^
[Muchacha] : And here's the continuation!!!!!
Disclaimers : If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have wish to own it. Why?? Why?? Why can't I own Saiyuki? Hm.... maybe it's coz in the first place I can hardly draw properly. Thank god for Kazuya Minekura ^^
Little Heaven
Chapter Two
BY Hanei Tamashii
===========================================
"Sanzo! Hey wanna go fishing with me?"
I looked up from the book I was studying. It contained the past year records of father's business. Past years.... yes. Time seems to fly by so fast that it just catches you by surprise. Catch other's by surprise maybe, but not me. I was just counting the days until the day I would finally be free of this colorless world. Father was back from his usual trip to the large city, he always made a trip there every once in a year. This time, he didn't return alone. A woman, voluptuous body and all, trailed behind him, carrying with her a large baggage. He said to me she would be staying here. Staying here for a long, long time. I didn't give a damn. As long as she doesn't come into my perimeters, I would be just fine with that. It wasn't as if the family acknowledged one another now anyway. Mother was her usual abusive self, though her madness has increased by two folds since the appearance of father's mistress. Father didn't know a shit about what I go through everyday- the pain, the bruises, the screams, the shouts. He went about the plantation like he would do on every other day, then the later half of the day would be spent in the confines of his study and at night he would indulge himself in the arms of his new woman. It was routine, it was sickening, it was life.
However, nowadays, the dull life seemed almost bearable. Barely, but it was. Maybe it was because I had grown up, matured. Or maybe because I had grown accustomed to it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because I had known somebody. A somebody that has stuck like a thorn to my side since I met him a year ago. A somebody who went by the name of Goku.
Goku; a person who understands unseen things. Unseen things.... was that why he stayed so persistently with me? I always cut him away at every possible chance and spat out hurtful words that I wish I could take back every time I said them. Yet he stayed. Was it because he understood me? The unseen pain that I go through? The pain that has slowly but surely drained the 'human' in me? Hah! Who was I kidding. The boy glued to me only because he knew I was the future master of the entire household, his future master.
Even so, I couldn't help but think how absurd that thought sounded. I didn't think the monkey had it in him to manipulate the chances he had. Perhaps the hardness in me was wearing out. Perhaps the ice in me was melting away, I didn't know nor would I admit the real reason even if I knew. But seeing the youth looking so excitedly at me every time, even after I left him the day before 'injured' by my scathing tongue, it made my tensed, tightened heart beat in relieve. He always came back, he always did. Whether he liked to pretend I hadn't hurt him, or that he sincerely didn't mind me, I didn't really care. I was just.. relieved to see him every time.
Remembering he was still waiting for my answer, I pulled myself out of my thoughts.
"Hn. Get lost. I'm too busy today."
There, I had said it again. The cutting, fast rejection. Though what I'd really like to do was give him a nod and followed him, it just came natural to me to act so coldly. It was a part of me that I couldn't control nor did I wish to control. But looking at him now, why couldn't I at least just try to be ... nice? To him that is. Why did I push him away like I did every one else? I didn't know..
"Aw, don't be a spoil sport. You always say you are busy, but all I see you to is laze about and read some story book."
I lifted my eyebrows. Story book? His 'intelligence' never failed to amuse me until today and like every other time, explaining it to him would prove pointless.
"Reports. Ten more to go. Busy. Period."
I looked back down into the page I had been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. I heard him sigh and the footsteps that followed. I heard the rustling of the rough cloths of his dirt brown pants and I heard the sound of a stone skipping down the path as he kicked it away. Invitation, rejection, draggy footsteps -routine. Then the lazy drag stopped.
"Then I'll see you in two hours! You won't be busy at that time right? See you!" And his skinny body skipped away. Che, another routine statement. He never gave up did he? A smile, begging to be broken loose tugged at the corner at my mouth. Thank god he didn't... thank god he didn't.
Two hours later, I didn't meet up to our so called 'promised' meeting. Mother was in one of her moods again having being neglected by father once again, so who better to take it out on then her bastard son? I was in her room. It was meticulously clean, flawlessly neat. Not a dust sat on the antique teak chair or table. I never did understand how she managed to do it. To remain sane and insane at the same time. She always was a perfectionist -her glossy brown hair twisted into a high bun on her head, every curve of the eyebrow perfectly painted, twin spots of pink dusted onto her pale cheeks. No one would have imagined that this was the very same woman that stood before him, reeking of the liquor that had started from one dainty porcelain cup to a dozen.
The moment I had entered the room, the play begun. First, she would invite me to sit by her on the bed, then she would talk about how miserable she was followed by the haunting look on her face when she stared at my face.
"You look just like him," she would say and then her hand would descend hardly on my cheeks. Rains of fist would shower upon me, now everywhere except on my face. She didn't want any obvious signs that she had touched me and I would just stay there by her, letting her hit me. I never fought her off before though it crossed my mind once. The thought of fighting off my own mother was a vile one. So I let her abuse me -it was the only thing that kept her sane anyway. But today, it seemed the gods had decided to make my life go down one step closer to hell. The new member of the family had decided to interrupt my 'bonding' with mother.
"Let the boy go!" A shudder went down my spine. Her high pitched voice irritated my nerves, her melodramatic-ness made me roll my eyes. She pulled me into her full bosom as though I was hers (her toy maybe), and warned mother away. Ignoring mother's weak attempt at getting me back, she pulled me out into the corridors to bring me to the other building where her room was.
I remained silent as she tended to me, cleaning my cuts and gently massaging my bruises with some herbish ointment. She had managed to do all that without a single retort from me as I was in my 'switch-off' mode- a moment where I would hide in a little shell within me far from the pain of the realities, numb to mother's beating. However, the sudden pressure of hands running over my chest, pushing my shirt away snapped me back into reality. Her face was at my neck, licking the skin and nipping at it. Her roaming hands were frantically trying to undo the small balls of buttons to get a feel of the skin beneath it. I instantly felt nauseous and struggled to push the womanly body above me away. I suppose she mistook it as sexual anxiety and she smothered her painted lips over mine.
Sickening. The heady smell of her perfume, hair suffocating my face, tongue running over my chilled lips. Absolutely sickening. I gathered all the energy I had left in me and forcefully push her away. I rubbed my lips hardly with a swipe of my sleeve and threw her a hateful glare before I walked out the room. I wanted to run, but I made myself walk out coolly. I wouldn't let her see my fright, I wouldn't let her smile victoriously knowing that she has affected me. The moment I was a corridor away from the perfumed room, I ran.
I ran blindly, I didn't care where I would end up. I ran into the plantation -it was evening already and the place was as dead as a cemetery. I ran past the bee-farm, towards a nearby river and I ran into him.
"Sanzo?"
Him. Why him? Of all the souls on the land, I had to run into the noisiest one. But it was I who had unconsciously run to him had I not? There was only one place to fish, one place to go and I knew he would be there. Why did I run to him? I collapse onto the ground before him, no longer able to withstand the day's event. In the brink of falling into the welcoming silence, I heard his voice yelling again.
"SANZO!!!!" Hn, the boy never knew to keep it down did he..
"Oi, saru. Where did you find this dead boy anyway?"
"Get lost you horny monster. I didn't ask you to be here!"
"Hey, chill it. I was just bringin' some food over. Ma was worried you would starve."
"Arigatou Gojyo-nii chan."
"Hah! The things I do for you and that bottomless pit of yours."
"Bottomless pit? What?!"
"Hahahaha"
Their squabble once again caught my attention- like it did a year ago. Slowly, from the abyss of my hazy mind, I opened my eyes.
"Aa, looks like the dead boy isn't dead. I'll leave you and the beauty alone Goku-chan. Ja." "Why you!!!!"
I crumpled back into the flat bed, my attempts to get up foiled. Immediately, he was by my side, aiding me up.
"Are you all right?"
I didn't answer him. I didn't feel like talking. He left my side for a moment, and brought me a cup of water. I emptied the cup in one gulp, and he took the empty cup away. As I was about to withdraw my hands from the brown porcelain cup, his hands gripped my arms hard. I winced -not only did he catch me by surprise but he was pressing onto a bruised part of my arm.
"Gomen!" So he had noticed my little cry of pain. He didn't let go immediately as I expected him to. Instead, he pushed back the cloth on my right hand and gasped. On reflex, I hit his hands away and pulled back. He wasn't suppose to have seen that- I would have a huge headache if his questions started.
He surprised me by his silence. He hadn't even spoken a word. It was, in a way, good. Good but unnerving; the boy never kept shut in my presence for more than a full second.
"Ahh.. Would you like some warm water to wash yourself?"
I glanced down at myself and realized my fall had left me dirt- filled. Not only that, I smelt like a garden overflowing with smelly exotic flowers. I slowly nodded my head and the boy was off. The boy.. I wondered why I thought of him as 'the boy'. I wasn't exactly that old, only a mere fourteen year old and the boy.. I mean Goku was nine, five years behind. Nine.. when I was nine, life was much better than now. Anything would be better than now. Goku slowly teetered back in, careful not to spill a drop of water from the wooden basin he held. He placed it on a small table next to the bed, and without bothering to ask me, he took it into his hands to clean me. He twisted a wet piece of cloth dry, pushed back my sleeves, and cleansed my arms. Something was incited in me; no one had bothered taking such care with me like he did. He was gentle, as though if he wiped me too hard, I would disappear or break like porcelain or something. All of a sudden he paused.
"Could you take off your shirt?"
"What?!"
"I need to clean your chest too."
He had said it so matter-of-factly I almost felt like an idiot for being so surprised. I placed two hands on the first button and a rush of memories filled me. Groping, roaming hands -tugging madly at my shirt. Lips, pressing over mine. Her scent, sickeningly intoxicating. I snatched the cloth away from him and turned away from his confused gaze.
"I'll do it myself."
Suddenly the cloth in my hands was gone - he had snatched it back.
"You're injured! Let me do the taking care all right?"
"Shut up and get lost! Why do you care anyway?" I snapped.
He silenced me down quickly. "Because I'm your friend! Friends take care of each other!" And so, he had taken charged that night, as I gave up and quickly took off my shirt. As attentive as he had been to my arms, so was he to the bruised skin hidden under the expensive silken black shirt. As he cleaned me that night, I closed my eyes imagining that he was also cleansing my tainted soul, imagining that for once, there was someone who really cared.
Two days had passed, and I was back to my usual icy self. I hadn't seen Goku since that day -the plantation was busy with new business father had fished back. He had sent me to buy some horses from town- her highness mistress had a sudden urge to own some of the magnificent creature. She had said it with such a convincing sweetness of persuasion, father would have given her anything in the world. I walked alone in the busy morning streets as the servant that had followed me had been ordered by myself to collect some debts. Everyone in the streets seemed so lively, so trouble-free... so unlike me.
"Okaa-chan!!!! I want some of that! Please?????"
The child's desperate whine reached my ears, so I threw a brief glance at the mother and son. They stood in front of a stall - a small makeshift stall like all the stalls along the streets, which sold fresh, steaming porkbuns. The mother bought her child one and the boy happily took a huge bite. He reminded me of a certain someone. Goku, specifically. The boy was always hungry and loved porkbuns immensely. I decided to buy one or two, as a thank you gift, for 'saving' me. I could already see the drool making way, and the way his eyes would lit up at the sign of food. When the man handed me the brown bag full of porkbuns, I could have kicked myself. Instead of just one or two, I had bought nearly a dozen without a thought. Jeez, the boy was really getting to me. I waited for the moment where I would feel like murdering the boy for making him 'feel' again but it never came. Jeez, I was getting soft.
I stopped and looked around. The streets were packed with people and I didn't feel like bracing through the crowd. I saw a quiet lane and decided to take a quick shortcut to leave the busy market. The back lane was quiet, not a soul in sight. I didn't mind that. I didn't really like being seen anyway. The only person I would tolerate was a noisy, brown haired boy, who had huge, innocent gold eyes you'd just feel like you want to punch him. Goku.. my thoughts were focused on the boy lately. Every thread of idea seemed to be centered on the happy young boy who had made my life so much more livelier, meaningful. I had a... friend. Someone I could care for (though I would NEVER show him I did, all he was getting from me was a punch and a curse or two), someone I could be with when I needed somebody, someone that would take care of me. Hn, since when did I relied so much on a pesky nine year old? Pathetic. Terribly pathetic, but I didn't mind being pathetic for once.
As I thought of him, I didn't feel the rush of wind from behind me. I didn't hear the footsteps. When I thought I had heard something.. it was too late. The bag of porkbuns held closely in my arms fell, snowy white buns dirtied as it rolled on the ground. The stabbing pain on my neck told me I was attacked. But I couldn't do a thing. The heavy blow made my world spin. Everything went in a spin now, as I fell onto the ground.
"No...."
To be continued....
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Wai wai! Don't kill me for being so dramatic and all! If you think this is bad... Hehehe...you'll wanna murder me in the coming chapters. ^^; Please R&R till then!
Hanei's Scribbla
[Caer] :*Phew... Glad you like it ^^
[Demon master] : Dragon muses? No!!! All right, all right, here's the continuation so enjoy~
[Gokugurl] : Aw... you're making me blush to the roots of my hair. I'm not that great. Ur fic lah more Wow~
[Tri] : Kawaii? I was hoping it was more like dark and all but thx anyway!
[stresser] : Arigatou! I'm feeling better now. I just get moody and stuff when thinking of a particular something. Ohya~ 3 Unfinished story. I think I'll get 'Little Heaven' finished first then 'Mr Goku..' and then...hm..i dunno if got time to write on TMK coz guess wat?? I found myself a temporary job for the holidays. ^^ Oo, and to your previous question, I'm a chinese ^^
[cutie-pie16] : Ah.. It won't be cute for long ^o^
[Muchacha] : And here's the continuation!!!!!
Disclaimers : If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have wish to own it. Why?? Why?? Why can't I own Saiyuki? Hm.... maybe it's coz in the first place I can hardly draw properly. Thank god for Kazuya Minekura ^^
Little Heaven
Chapter Two
BY Hanei Tamashii
===========================================
"Sanzo! Hey wanna go fishing with me?"
I looked up from the book I was studying. It contained the past year records of father's business. Past years.... yes. Time seems to fly by so fast that it just catches you by surprise. Catch other's by surprise maybe, but not me. I was just counting the days until the day I would finally be free of this colorless world. Father was back from his usual trip to the large city, he always made a trip there every once in a year. This time, he didn't return alone. A woman, voluptuous body and all, trailed behind him, carrying with her a large baggage. He said to me she would be staying here. Staying here for a long, long time. I didn't give a damn. As long as she doesn't come into my perimeters, I would be just fine with that. It wasn't as if the family acknowledged one another now anyway. Mother was her usual abusive self, though her madness has increased by two folds since the appearance of father's mistress. Father didn't know a shit about what I go through everyday- the pain, the bruises, the screams, the shouts. He went about the plantation like he would do on every other day, then the later half of the day would be spent in the confines of his study and at night he would indulge himself in the arms of his new woman. It was routine, it was sickening, it was life.
However, nowadays, the dull life seemed almost bearable. Barely, but it was. Maybe it was because I had grown up, matured. Or maybe because I had grown accustomed to it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because I had known somebody. A somebody that has stuck like a thorn to my side since I met him a year ago. A somebody who went by the name of Goku.
Goku; a person who understands unseen things. Unseen things.... was that why he stayed so persistently with me? I always cut him away at every possible chance and spat out hurtful words that I wish I could take back every time I said them. Yet he stayed. Was it because he understood me? The unseen pain that I go through? The pain that has slowly but surely drained the 'human' in me? Hah! Who was I kidding. The boy glued to me only because he knew I was the future master of the entire household, his future master.
Even so, I couldn't help but think how absurd that thought sounded. I didn't think the monkey had it in him to manipulate the chances he had. Perhaps the hardness in me was wearing out. Perhaps the ice in me was melting away, I didn't know nor would I admit the real reason even if I knew. But seeing the youth looking so excitedly at me every time, even after I left him the day before 'injured' by my scathing tongue, it made my tensed, tightened heart beat in relieve. He always came back, he always did. Whether he liked to pretend I hadn't hurt him, or that he sincerely didn't mind me, I didn't really care. I was just.. relieved to see him every time.
Remembering he was still waiting for my answer, I pulled myself out of my thoughts.
"Hn. Get lost. I'm too busy today."
There, I had said it again. The cutting, fast rejection. Though what I'd really like to do was give him a nod and followed him, it just came natural to me to act so coldly. It was a part of me that I couldn't control nor did I wish to control. But looking at him now, why couldn't I at least just try to be ... nice? To him that is. Why did I push him away like I did every one else? I didn't know..
"Aw, don't be a spoil sport. You always say you are busy, but all I see you to is laze about and read some story book."
I lifted my eyebrows. Story book? His 'intelligence' never failed to amuse me until today and like every other time, explaining it to him would prove pointless.
"Reports. Ten more to go. Busy. Period."
I looked back down into the page I had been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. I heard him sigh and the footsteps that followed. I heard the rustling of the rough cloths of his dirt brown pants and I heard the sound of a stone skipping down the path as he kicked it away. Invitation, rejection, draggy footsteps -routine. Then the lazy drag stopped.
"Then I'll see you in two hours! You won't be busy at that time right? See you!" And his skinny body skipped away. Che, another routine statement. He never gave up did he? A smile, begging to be broken loose tugged at the corner at my mouth. Thank god he didn't... thank god he didn't.
Two hours later, I didn't meet up to our so called 'promised' meeting. Mother was in one of her moods again having being neglected by father once again, so who better to take it out on then her bastard son? I was in her room. It was meticulously clean, flawlessly neat. Not a dust sat on the antique teak chair or table. I never did understand how she managed to do it. To remain sane and insane at the same time. She always was a perfectionist -her glossy brown hair twisted into a high bun on her head, every curve of the eyebrow perfectly painted, twin spots of pink dusted onto her pale cheeks. No one would have imagined that this was the very same woman that stood before him, reeking of the liquor that had started from one dainty porcelain cup to a dozen.
The moment I had entered the room, the play begun. First, she would invite me to sit by her on the bed, then she would talk about how miserable she was followed by the haunting look on her face when she stared at my face.
"You look just like him," she would say and then her hand would descend hardly on my cheeks. Rains of fist would shower upon me, now everywhere except on my face. She didn't want any obvious signs that she had touched me and I would just stay there by her, letting her hit me. I never fought her off before though it crossed my mind once. The thought of fighting off my own mother was a vile one. So I let her abuse me -it was the only thing that kept her sane anyway. But today, it seemed the gods had decided to make my life go down one step closer to hell. The new member of the family had decided to interrupt my 'bonding' with mother.
"Let the boy go!" A shudder went down my spine. Her high pitched voice irritated my nerves, her melodramatic-ness made me roll my eyes. She pulled me into her full bosom as though I was hers (her toy maybe), and warned mother away. Ignoring mother's weak attempt at getting me back, she pulled me out into the corridors to bring me to the other building where her room was.
I remained silent as she tended to me, cleaning my cuts and gently massaging my bruises with some herbish ointment. She had managed to do all that without a single retort from me as I was in my 'switch-off' mode- a moment where I would hide in a little shell within me far from the pain of the realities, numb to mother's beating. However, the sudden pressure of hands running over my chest, pushing my shirt away snapped me back into reality. Her face was at my neck, licking the skin and nipping at it. Her roaming hands were frantically trying to undo the small balls of buttons to get a feel of the skin beneath it. I instantly felt nauseous and struggled to push the womanly body above me away. I suppose she mistook it as sexual anxiety and she smothered her painted lips over mine.
Sickening. The heady smell of her perfume, hair suffocating my face, tongue running over my chilled lips. Absolutely sickening. I gathered all the energy I had left in me and forcefully push her away. I rubbed my lips hardly with a swipe of my sleeve and threw her a hateful glare before I walked out the room. I wanted to run, but I made myself walk out coolly. I wouldn't let her see my fright, I wouldn't let her smile victoriously knowing that she has affected me. The moment I was a corridor away from the perfumed room, I ran.
I ran blindly, I didn't care where I would end up. I ran into the plantation -it was evening already and the place was as dead as a cemetery. I ran past the bee-farm, towards a nearby river and I ran into him.
"Sanzo?"
Him. Why him? Of all the souls on the land, I had to run into the noisiest one. But it was I who had unconsciously run to him had I not? There was only one place to fish, one place to go and I knew he would be there. Why did I run to him? I collapse onto the ground before him, no longer able to withstand the day's event. In the brink of falling into the welcoming silence, I heard his voice yelling again.
"SANZO!!!!" Hn, the boy never knew to keep it down did he..
"Oi, saru. Where did you find this dead boy anyway?"
"Get lost you horny monster. I didn't ask you to be here!"
"Hey, chill it. I was just bringin' some food over. Ma was worried you would starve."
"Arigatou Gojyo-nii chan."
"Hah! The things I do for you and that bottomless pit of yours."
"Bottomless pit? What?!"
"Hahahaha"
Their squabble once again caught my attention- like it did a year ago. Slowly, from the abyss of my hazy mind, I opened my eyes.
"Aa, looks like the dead boy isn't dead. I'll leave you and the beauty alone Goku-chan. Ja." "Why you!!!!"
I crumpled back into the flat bed, my attempts to get up foiled. Immediately, he was by my side, aiding me up.
"Are you all right?"
I didn't answer him. I didn't feel like talking. He left my side for a moment, and brought me a cup of water. I emptied the cup in one gulp, and he took the empty cup away. As I was about to withdraw my hands from the brown porcelain cup, his hands gripped my arms hard. I winced -not only did he catch me by surprise but he was pressing onto a bruised part of my arm.
"Gomen!" So he had noticed my little cry of pain. He didn't let go immediately as I expected him to. Instead, he pushed back the cloth on my right hand and gasped. On reflex, I hit his hands away and pulled back. He wasn't suppose to have seen that- I would have a huge headache if his questions started.
He surprised me by his silence. He hadn't even spoken a word. It was, in a way, good. Good but unnerving; the boy never kept shut in my presence for more than a full second.
"Ahh.. Would you like some warm water to wash yourself?"
I glanced down at myself and realized my fall had left me dirt- filled. Not only that, I smelt like a garden overflowing with smelly exotic flowers. I slowly nodded my head and the boy was off. The boy.. I wondered why I thought of him as 'the boy'. I wasn't exactly that old, only a mere fourteen year old and the boy.. I mean Goku was nine, five years behind. Nine.. when I was nine, life was much better than now. Anything would be better than now. Goku slowly teetered back in, careful not to spill a drop of water from the wooden basin he held. He placed it on a small table next to the bed, and without bothering to ask me, he took it into his hands to clean me. He twisted a wet piece of cloth dry, pushed back my sleeves, and cleansed my arms. Something was incited in me; no one had bothered taking such care with me like he did. He was gentle, as though if he wiped me too hard, I would disappear or break like porcelain or something. All of a sudden he paused.
"Could you take off your shirt?"
"What?!"
"I need to clean your chest too."
He had said it so matter-of-factly I almost felt like an idiot for being so surprised. I placed two hands on the first button and a rush of memories filled me. Groping, roaming hands -tugging madly at my shirt. Lips, pressing over mine. Her scent, sickeningly intoxicating. I snatched the cloth away from him and turned away from his confused gaze.
"I'll do it myself."
Suddenly the cloth in my hands was gone - he had snatched it back.
"You're injured! Let me do the taking care all right?"
"Shut up and get lost! Why do you care anyway?" I snapped.
He silenced me down quickly. "Because I'm your friend! Friends take care of each other!" And so, he had taken charged that night, as I gave up and quickly took off my shirt. As attentive as he had been to my arms, so was he to the bruised skin hidden under the expensive silken black shirt. As he cleaned me that night, I closed my eyes imagining that he was also cleansing my tainted soul, imagining that for once, there was someone who really cared.
Two days had passed, and I was back to my usual icy self. I hadn't seen Goku since that day -the plantation was busy with new business father had fished back. He had sent me to buy some horses from town- her highness mistress had a sudden urge to own some of the magnificent creature. She had said it with such a convincing sweetness of persuasion, father would have given her anything in the world. I walked alone in the busy morning streets as the servant that had followed me had been ordered by myself to collect some debts. Everyone in the streets seemed so lively, so trouble-free... so unlike me.
"Okaa-chan!!!! I want some of that! Please?????"
The child's desperate whine reached my ears, so I threw a brief glance at the mother and son. They stood in front of a stall - a small makeshift stall like all the stalls along the streets, which sold fresh, steaming porkbuns. The mother bought her child one and the boy happily took a huge bite. He reminded me of a certain someone. Goku, specifically. The boy was always hungry and loved porkbuns immensely. I decided to buy one or two, as a thank you gift, for 'saving' me. I could already see the drool making way, and the way his eyes would lit up at the sign of food. When the man handed me the brown bag full of porkbuns, I could have kicked myself. Instead of just one or two, I had bought nearly a dozen without a thought. Jeez, the boy was really getting to me. I waited for the moment where I would feel like murdering the boy for making him 'feel' again but it never came. Jeez, I was getting soft.
I stopped and looked around. The streets were packed with people and I didn't feel like bracing through the crowd. I saw a quiet lane and decided to take a quick shortcut to leave the busy market. The back lane was quiet, not a soul in sight. I didn't mind that. I didn't really like being seen anyway. The only person I would tolerate was a noisy, brown haired boy, who had huge, innocent gold eyes you'd just feel like you want to punch him. Goku.. my thoughts were focused on the boy lately. Every thread of idea seemed to be centered on the happy young boy who had made my life so much more livelier, meaningful. I had a... friend. Someone I could care for (though I would NEVER show him I did, all he was getting from me was a punch and a curse or two), someone I could be with when I needed somebody, someone that would take care of me. Hn, since when did I relied so much on a pesky nine year old? Pathetic. Terribly pathetic, but I didn't mind being pathetic for once.
As I thought of him, I didn't feel the rush of wind from behind me. I didn't hear the footsteps. When I thought I had heard something.. it was too late. The bag of porkbuns held closely in my arms fell, snowy white buns dirtied as it rolled on the ground. The stabbing pain on my neck told me I was attacked. But I couldn't do a thing. The heavy blow made my world spin. Everything went in a spin now, as I fell onto the ground.
"No...."
To be continued....
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Wai wai! Don't kill me for being so dramatic and all! If you think this is bad... Hehehe...you'll wanna murder me in the coming chapters. ^^; Please R&R till then!